"I advise you not to leave alone."
Yang Tian said.
But Lev paused, shook his head, and continued forward: "My son is dead, staying in Milan has no meaning for me. As for when the vampires will come to hunt me, it no longer matters."
After saying that, Lev walked towards the outside of the nursing home building, his figure appearing very desolate.
Yang Tian remained silent.
He also understood that Lev lived for his son, and with Aus's death, Lev's heart died too.
There is no greater grief than a dead heart.
Even if the vampires came to kill, Lev wouldn't struggle much.
Yang Tian shook his head, turned back to look at Stephen Chow, and said coldly, "You'd better not speak of today's events."
"Rest assured, hero, I definitely won't say a word!"
Stephen Chow hurriedly nodded, bowing slightly.
"I don't trust you."
