True Vampire Stigma sharpened his senses and looked around.

‘I don’t feel the presence of anyone else other than them.’

The dumbfounded Stigma turned to look at them and asked, “Hey, bro and sis. Is it just the three of you?”

“Any problem with that?”

“Do you seriously think that you can beat me with just three people?”

“God, that punk talks too much,” Milphage exhaled through his nose and muttered, “The annoying brat reminds me of my six-year-old nephew. I’ve always wanted to spank him.”

“Are you going to spank me?”

“No way. I’m going to beat the crap out of you.”

“...”

As a True Vampire, Stigma had never received such treatment from anyone else.

Stigma glared at Milphage with narrowed eyes.

“Guys, look at him glaring at me. Hey, you! You shouldn’t be so rude to an adult.”

“...I’ve lived much longer than you, bro.”

“What? So, you’re a dumbass, then?” Milphage shook his head and teased. “Why are you calling me a bro when you’re older than me?”

Stigma trembled in fury.

Wei Chun-Hak took another puff on his cigarette. “What can I even say? Congrats? Should I congratulate you because you finally met an enemy of a similar mental age as you?”

“God. I didn’t think that there would be another guy like Rahmadat in this world.” The Mercenary King, Milphage, rubbed his hands together. “Anyway, let’s stop talking. We’re about to kill each other, and I don’t want to become fond of you.”

Stigma’s bloodshot eyes glared at Milphage.

“Congratulations. I have decided to kill you first.”

“Hahahaha! Should I thank you for that?”...