Veronica thought she died, but the very next fraction of a second, she saw the back of the man in black-suit.

He somehow covered almost fifty feet and arrived here in no time and even took the bullet for her. Why would he do such a thing for her?

She was under the impression that he died defending her.

Unlike her, Arthur had a completely stunned expression as he looked at the white-masked man who was holding the bullet between his forefinger and middle finger.

“A-Are you a vampire?” Arthur asked hesitantly.

The masked man formed a barrier so that Veronica wouldn’t be able to hear anything, “Why are you comparing me with blood sucking, flesh eating, and life leeching creatures?” He walked forward.

“D-Don’t kill me,” Arthur hastily said. “I’ll give you money. As much as you want.”

“You tried to harm me twice. First, with the wine, and then next with the dart, which you yourself threw,” the masked man said. “You are a superhuman to an extent, so why don’t you cut your crappy acting?”

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