"Gather the other vampires?" Jane frowned slightly as she spoke.
"Yeah," Ron Mills nodded. "I don't care how you do it — tell them it's a meeting, a party, whatever. Just get them all together in one enclosed space. Once they're in range, I can wipe them all out."
"Ron, do you even know how many vampires are in this city?" Jane shook her head helplessly.
"To be honest, I have no idea," Ron replied with a smug grin. "But I can tell you this — whatever the number is, it's still not enough to make it fun for me."
"It's not that I don't believe you," Jane sighed. "But there are at least fifty or sixty vampires here. That's just a rough estimate. This city is crawling with gangs — most of which are secretly controlled by vampires. The gang leaders worship them, hoping to be turned someday. If you go after vampires, you'll end up taking the gangs down too."
"So the vampires' blood supply comes from the gangs?" Ron asked.
"Exactly," Jane nodded. "Except for me and a few friends who hunt for ourselves, most vampires don't even bother going out. They have the gangs bringing them blood. Sometimes they hunt for sport, not survival. Ron, I don't know what kind of trump card you have, but you should leave this city before it's too late."
Jane turned to leave, but Ron caught her wrist.
"How about this," he said. "You've got some friends, right? You probably share the same habits and values. If you want to keep your vampire identities and enjoy the gangs' offerings, that's fine — but bring your friends together. Let me show you what I can do. If you still think my trump card isn't strong enough, I'll go alone. No one else gets dragged in. Deal?"
Jane hesitated, but seeing Ron's determined eyes, she finally nodded. "Alright."
"Good," Ron smiled. "Call them. Somewhere open and deserted — I'll need room to work."
Jane made a few calls and soon led Ron to an abandoned park on the outskirts of the city. Within minutes, five vampires arrived. Jane gave Ron a look — they were all here.
"Good evening," Ron greeted them. "I don't know if Jane told you about me, but I'll show you something first."
He suddenly blurred from sight, activating the Rabbit Talisman — his speed leaving a faint shockwave behind. In a blink, he stood before an old fake rock hill. Raising his hand, he unleashed the Dragon Talisman, spewing out blazing dragon fire.
The flames engulfed the rock structure instantly, cracking and collapsing it within seconds. The vampires stepped back, wide-eyed.
"This speed, this kind of power — and me, who cannot die," Ron said, returning to them. He picked up a thin wooden stick, as thick as a chopstick, and casually stabbed it through his own heart.
The vampires gasped, but Ron didn't even flinch. Within moments, the Horse Talisman's healing power sealed the wound completely.
"As you can see," Ron said calmly, "I don't lose easily."
The vampires were silent, shock written all over their faces.
"Since we're clear, let's talk about my rules," Ron continued.
Jane was the first to recover. "Alright, Ron, go ahead."
"My rules are simple," Ron said firmly. "First — no more hunting or attacking humans. If you need blood, I'll make sure the hospitals supply blood bags regularly."
"Second — once I deal with the city's trash, you'll take over its management. But first, drive out or dismantle the gangs."
"Third — when everything's done, I'll leave. From then on, no turning humans at will."
He paused and added coldly, "I'm not banning it completely. But if any of your newborn vampires break my rules, you'll handle it. If you can't — I'll handle it, starting from the source."
All six vampires nodded, understanding perfectly. Ron's proposal wasn't tyranny — it was opportunity. He was practically offering them a city. In exchange, all they had to do was control themselves. Only a fool would refuse.
"Good," Ron said. "Now tell me about the vampires in this city — and how we can gather them efficiently."
"There are four major gangs," one of the older, more composed vampires replied. "Each has around ten vampires under them. The smaller gangs add up to another twenty or so."
"I say we go straight to their headquarters," a younger vampire said bitterly. "Besides vampires, only the core human members are there — all scum. We could wipe them out together."
Jane sighed softly. "He was one of the humans the gangs tormented. We saved him with our blood, but they went after him again, forcing his transformation. That's why he hates them so much."
"I'm not naive," Ron said. "I know some vampires still have humanity, and some humans don't. If those gangs are truly that rotten, then killing them is no sin."
"But going after each group one by one would take too long. Is there a faster way?" he asked.
"We could spread a rumor," the older vampire suggested. "Say the four major gangs plan to merge and crush the smaller ones. The small gangs will panic and gather for a meeting. We strike then. After that, we can take down the big four one by one in a single night."
"Smart plan," Ron said approvingly. "Do it. Once you've set it up, call me the night before."
He handed them his hotel address and phone number, then left.
Back at the hotel, he checked the time — late already. He lay down and drifted off almost instantly.
Within three days, Jane called. That same night, Ron eliminated every vampire they'd gathered.
"Stay low tomorrow," he told the six surviving vampires. "I'll check for any stragglers during the day and finish the job."
"Got it," Jane and the others nodded.
Ron turned to leave, but as he walked back to the hotel, he noticed Jane quietly following him. He pretended not to.
Moments later, there was a soft knock on his door.
"Jane?" Ron called, feigning surprise. "What are you doing here?"
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