Hicks' pale lips moved silently:
The game begins.
He felt that he and his little girl were locked in a love-hate relationship, equally matched yet bewitched by her beauty, trapped in a coffin for hundreds of years.
The little girl always loved to stir up trouble, and he didn't mind accompanying her to continue playing.
So now let's see who will win this time.
Hicks didn't feel it was cruel; he called it—fun.
The fun between him and his future wife, humans were just tools for their flirting, dead if dead, no matter, after all, there are too many humans in this world.
Hicks paid no heed to the screams of the men and women around him.
Hicks picked up a paper cup filled with mineral water and took a sip, regretting that there was no red wine here.
Everyone wanted to scream!
Looking up, it was densely packed with bats, each standing on the lights, casting bat-shaped shadows that sent chills down everyone's spines.
