Under the intense pain, Logan Carter's whole body convulsed violently. He instinctively tried to struggle, but before he could move his limbs, he felt an arm 'gently' wrap around his body from behind. Instantly, it was as if he were bound by steel bars, unable to move an inch.

He could clearly feel the blood vessels in his neck throbbing, blood gushing rapidly from the wound, and the evil, icy current in his veins quickly draining away as well.

"Very good, Gavin Clark has taken the bait! The mandrake poison in my neck's blood vessels has basically been sucked out by him. Now I just hope that when the poison takes effect, my blood hasn't all been drained by this bastard!"

As long as the vampire Gavin Clark is poisoned and starts hallucinating, he has a slim chance to escape.

Bathed in moonlight, inside the wooden cabin, Logan Carter sat on a chair, his body twitching from the pain every now and then. Behind him, a blond man had his arms around Logan Carter, his mouth and nose pressed to Logan Carter's neck. Silver moonlight streamed in through the window, shining on the two of them, creating a strange and eerie scene.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Logan Carter only felt his body growing weaker and weaker, waves of coldness washing over him—not from the poison, but as a symptom of massive blood loss.

However, perhaps due to this blood loss, he was experiencing a moment of clarity before death; his mind was becoming sharper.

"Vampires really are resistant to poison. It's been so long and he still hasn't been affected. Looks like my blood is going to be sucked dry... Well, I've done all I can. Even if I fail, there's nothing to regret. Maybe after I die, I'll just return to Earth." With this thought, Logan Carter was no longer afraid. He simply relaxed his body and let Gavin Clark drink his blood.

Just as he was quietly waiting for death, a girl's shout suddenly came from outside: "Vampire, get out here!"

"Oh~~ what a buzzkill!"

Logan Carter heard a low curse from behind, then felt a sharp pain in his neck as those two 'daggers' left his throat.

"What's going on?" Logan Carter immediately reached up to press his neck. "From the voice, it sounds like a girl of about eighteen or nineteen, and she doesn't seem afraid of vampires at all. Who is this girl?"

A glimmer of hope rose in Logan Carter's heart. He quickly took out the sea urchin grinding solution from his pocket and drank it all in one gulp. Then, struggling, he found a clean cloth and pressed it hard against the wound on his neck to stop the bleeding.

At this moment, Gavin Clark's voice came from outside the window: "Beautiful young lady, didn't your mentor ever tell you to never take on commissions from high-level vampires?"

Logan Carter was startled: 'A commission? Mentor? Could she be a hunter?'

He struggled to stand up from the chair and walked toward the window. After just two steps, he felt completely weak, his limbs cold, and his heart racing but feeble. Fortunately, his vision was clear and his head wasn't too dizzy: 'Judging by these symptoms, I've probably lost about 1000 milliliters of blood. If there's no other infection, I shouldn't die.'

Judging blood loss symptoms is basic first aid knowledge. Logan Carter had specifically learned about this during fire drills at school, so he could roughly assess his own condition now.

His steps were unsteady, almost 'floating' to the window. Steadying himself on the windowsill, he looked outside. By the moonlight, he saw a tall, thin figure standing in the shadow of the manor's outer gate, carrying two swords—one on their back, the other already in hand.

'Two swords: one steel sword for killing people, the other a silver-plated sword for killing monsters. Definitely a hunter. Judging by the size, each sword weighs at least 30 jin. With such strength, she's almost certainly a mutant-type hunter.'

Logan Carter also saw Gavin Clark, who was standing by the flowerbed in the yard, dressed in an exquisitely tailored pure black evening suit, holding a freshly picked red rose from the flowerbed. He seemed to have calmed his anger, a wicked smile on his handsome face: "Beautiful young lady, I was just passing through this manor when I was suddenly overcome by bloodlust and drank a little too much. Why be so petty?"

The figure at the gate took a few steps forward, sword pointed straight at Gavin Clark, and demanded, "A little too much? There are over a hundred people in this manor, and you drained every last one of them! And you call me petty? What do you think we humans are? Livestock?"

Gavin Clark smiled and said, "Livestock? No, no, of course not. To my kind, blood is fine wine, and you humans are the vessels that hold it. The ugly and lowly are the fat oak barrels, while the exquisite and beautiful are the finest crystal goblets. Tell me, what's the big deal about losing a few barrels? Ah, let's not talk about this... Beautiful young lady, I was just about to attend a party and am in need of a companion. I now formally invite you—"

The female hunter shouted, "Bullshit! Prepare to die!"

Gavin Clark shook his head repeatedly. "Tsk tsk tsk, how troublesome. Beautiful young lady, I want you to know, my invitation was merely out of gentlemanly courtesy, but you don't actually have the right to refuse me."

"Courtesy, my ass!"

The female hunter spun her sword and charged straight at Gavin Clark.

Upstairs in the wooden building, Logan Carter saw the way the female hunter wielded her sword, and the glimmer of hope that had just risen in his heart was instantly dashed: 'Sigh~ this girl's swordsmanship is pretty mediocre.'