Under the building's lights, dozens of people waited silently for Gao Zhiming to arrive. They were of all ages, but the only thing they had in common was their deathly pale skin.
Their unnaturally white skin proved their identity. Compared to their Abyss-Sea kin, the Blood Clan of the Earth's surface dressed far more modernly.
Take the leader, for example. His thin frame was wrapped in a tracksuit with three white stripes, and a cap sat crookedly on his bald head. At that moment, he was squatting at the front, smoking a joint.
Magnus narrowed his eyes, looking down at the bizarre boy before him. Cold words squeezed from his mouth. "Welcome, welcome. It's been a long time since I've had guests."
"I mean no harm." Following Anna's guidance, Gao Zhiming looked up at him.
"Sir or madam, I don't know where you're from, but no matter the place, casually killing someone's Blood Servant is not what I'd call 'harmless.'"
