Chapter 91: Escape to the Mask Society in the East District
"Fuck, why did we come to this place? Those damn guys, don't they know there is a Judgment Council here?"

"The Judgment Council... Could it be that the organization is affiliated with the Blood God? I watched the video, and they are not human at all!"

"Okay, okay, stop talking! We have been keeping a low profile these past few days, and even did some bad things secretly. They haven't even shown their shadows. I think they may have already left Gotham!"

In a messy hotel, the hotel owner was lying on the ground, trembling all over, with five fruit knives stuck in his back. He stared at the thin figure lying on the other side with despair on his face.

boom!
His body couldn't help but tremble violently, and the man wearing the dog-head mask looked like he was trampling on an animal.

He slowly pulled out the cigarette from his mouth and smashed it directly on the innkeeper.

"When will this day end?"

"That's right, the damn Batman is running around everywhere, forcing us to run to this place in the East District!"

"Yes, have you ever thought about why Batman didn't come to the East District? I doubt that guy dared not face the Trial Council. He really thinks he is a good guy! Haha~"

A sturdy man wearing a pig head mask curled his lips and slowly walked towards the thin figure lying on the ground. It was a boy with long golden hair. His face was pale and he looked in extremely bad condition. He was a little worried.

He slowly picked up the little boy with one hand and looked at his pale face.

Snapped!
I couldn't help but slap my friend who was walking towards me from behind me in the face.

"Why the hell did you hit me!"

"Damn it, this guy is dead. Didn't I tell you not to kill people casually? Don't kill people casually! Damn it, what if a murder record appears in the newspaper that reports every day about how safe the East District is? What if it attracts the Judge?"

Seemingly a little unsatisfied, the burly man directly pounced on his accomplice wearing a dog-head mask, and smashed his mask hard with his sandbag-sized fist. The guys next to him quickly pulled him up.

He was spitting foul language and cursing at the dog-head masked man non-stop. Even when they were pulled away, he couldn't help but kick the dog-head masked man hard in the chest.

"..."

The man in the dog-head mask seemed to realize the stupidity of what he had done, and his face looked extremely ugly.

"What should I do? This damn idiot actually killed the child!"

"...I just wanted to strangle him until he fainted, but who would have thought that he would die right away!"

The man with the dog-head mask seemed to want to explain, but the next moment he was glared at fiercely by the man with the pig-head mask.

Jingle Bell!
As the doorbell rang, the five people from the Mask Society trembled in unison and turned their heads towards the door.

The next moment, the fear in their eyes disappeared, replaced by anger.

I saw a thin man wearing luxurious clothes slowly walking into the store. His eyes were blurry and he seemed to be drunk.

"Damn it, I thought the Blood God smelled blood and came here, he scared me so much!"

The man in the dog-head mask angrily picked up a wine bottle from the side and smashed it hard on the exhibition stand. Looking at the extremely sharp glass mouth, he walked directly towards the man with a grim smile on his face. Behind him, several accomplices also looked at this scene indifferently, as if they approved of the man's actions at this time.

puff!

The hard, angular glass bottle in his hand instantly pierced through the man's abdomen. The man in the dog-head mask looked at the man ferociously, but the expression hidden under the mask suddenly froze.

There was no scream or pain. Fasuo's mouth curved up into a huge arc, his eyes flashed a hint of scarlet, and he stared coldly at the man in front of him. The next moment, he opened his mouth directly, and his scarlet fangs instantly bit the neck of the dog-head masked man.

"what……"

The man in the dog-head mask froze in place the moment he screamed.

The shocking changes before their eyes instantly frightened the four members of the Mask Society behind them so much that they staggered back, looking at the man who was lying on and biting their partner with some suspicion.

"Fuck!"

Thinking that the man was a lunatic, the pig-head masked man gritted his teeth and rushed forward first. However, the next moment, the dog-head masked man flew backwards and knocked him to the ground.

The scene before them, which was beyond human control, instantly frightened the other three people. Just as they were trying to escape from the back door of the hotel in panic.

With powerful strength surging from his body, Fasuo moved at high speed and rushed towards the three people with a grim smile on his face.

Accompanied by screams and the sound of flesh colliding.

Five minutes later, a man with a broken neck was slowly thrown to the ground, with excitement flashing in Faso's eyes.

Fearing that he might infect these criminals and turn them into vampires, he went up to the men he had bitten and broke their necks one by one.

A strange noise in the hotel attracted his attention. He turned around and saw a pale-faced, blood-stained man with five sharp blades stuck in his back. He was lying in front of a thin child, crying continuously.

With a slight sigh in his heart, Faso came to the hotel owner.

"Do you hate them?"

Looking at his son's lifeless face, the middle-aged man nodded vigorously and looked gratefully at Faso, who looked a little scary with blood slowly dripping from his mouth.

"I am a descendant of the Blood God and a member of the Judgment Council. Sin breeds in darkness, and light also needs to bloom from darkness. Now, we need more people to join this action to destroy darkness...

I was given the right to find warriors by the Blood God. I can transform you into an existence like mine. From now on, you will fight evil in the dark and fall into deep sleep in the light. Are you willing?"

Faso said with a serious face, he had long discovered that he seemed to be extremely sensitive to sunlight, he tried it today during the day, and the result was as if he was burned by flames. He somewhat understood what the Blood God meant by fear of light, but he did not feel that it caused him any trouble.

He considers himself a night owl. How can the daytime be as joyful as the night?
"I hate all evil, and I will be the enemy of all evil. Please give me this chance!"

Tears slid down the middle-aged man's cheeks. His eyes were red at this moment, and he looked like he could not forgive evil.

Faso, somewhat satisfied with the man's condition, nodded his head. The next moment, he suddenly rushed to the man, opened his scarlet fangs and bit the man's neck instantly.

"Uh!"

The man let out an unconscious groan, and after a long time, he felt his body begin to tremble and his muscles began to spasm. Faso slowly let him go.

He was a little depressed due to lack of blood, but he woke up instantly.

He simply pulled out the five sharp blades on his back, and under Fasuo's understanding gaze, he instantly pounced on the five dead members of the Masked Society and sucked their remaining blood one by one.

Roar!
A low roar echoed through this deserted hotel...

(End of this chapter)