Within the Zhao clan main camp, Zhao Jundu was opening the gun box. He retrieved the weapon’s body and a deep azure barrel, which he then assembled together. His attitude was calm and collected.

The lady beside him said, “Must we watch that idiotic vampire act so arrogant?”

Zhao Jundu laughed. “What, are your hands itching now? What’s the point in bullying a sick kid?”

The woman clearly felt wronged. “How is he a kid? I’m sure he’s over two-hundred years old by now. Why don’t you shoot him first and let him know who’s boss?”

Zhao Jundu shook his head. “Don’t mess around. The one I’m waiting for is the Masefield Demoness. If she doesn’t take action, I can’t, either. Don’t let your thoughts stray off, I need you to watch my back when the Demoness comes.”

The lady whispered, “There are...