Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 548: So, vampires can be killed.

Duras stared at her four men writhing on the ground, her face ashen.

He never dreamed that the Prince of Hong Kong's power was so terrifying. Yes, even more terrifying than those people from the Vatican.

Under normal circumstances, they would not have suffered such a crushing defeat unless they had encountered the Pope.

They feared the Pope because he possessed a papal scepter.

The papal scepter can emit a light as bright as the sun, capable of inflicting massive damage and annihilating them.

This is something that naturally suppresses them. That's why they fear encountering the Pope.

However, this Hong Kong prince did not have the weapon to suppress them, and was still able to defeat them utterly and miserably in a short period of time.

"Fark, why is this happening? Why is this happening? Is the heavens going to destroy our vampire clan?"

Duras looked up to the sky and cried out, her voice filled with deep resentment.

"Leader, take us back! From now on, we'll just have to hide in coffins forever and fend for ourselves."

A zombie lying on the ground said with great resentment.

Duras nodded.

"Okay. I'll call right now and have someone come and take you back."

As Duras spoke, she pressed the phone on her ear.

Yes, these vampires are also using the phones Old Mo made.

The call connected, and a vampire appeared before me.

"Belbe, we encountered the Prince of Hong Kong and were defeated. Send someone immediately to bring them back!"

Immediately afterwards, Belbe on the other side saw a horrifying scene on the screen.

The room was a complete mess. The four vampires lying on the floor were all injured.

They had severed limbs and were covered in serious injuries, with blood of various colors oozing out. It was a truly horrific sight.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Belle on the other side screamed in terror.

Duras sighed and said, "They used bombs. That Hong Kong prince is elusive; he used not only guns but also bombs. He beat us to a pulp, and I doubt they're even a scratch."

"What?"

Bell on the other side exclaimed in shock.

He was then even more shocked. Because in the video, he saw Duras behind him.

There was clearly a person standing there, holding a Gatling gun in his hand.

"Duras, there's someone behind you, someone behind you."

Belbey shouted loudly.

Duras turned around abruptly and saw Old Mo holding a Gatling gun, looking at him leisurely.

Delras's pale face turned even paler in an instant.

Old Mo laughed and said, "Mr. Duras, I came here today with no intention of letting you go back. Now that you've made the call, say whatever your last words are! Otherwise, you might not have another chance."

"Fuck, Prince of Hong Kong, you've gone too far! I'll fight you to the death!"

Duras jumped up and pounced on Old Mercer.

Old Mo wasn't intimidated at all; he simply raised his Gatling gun and started firing wildly.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..."

Gatling gun bullets pounded into Duras's body, and even someone as strong as Duras was instantly dismembered by the Gatling gun bullets.

The bullet struck Duras's hand, instantly severing it; it struck his leg, dismembering it in an instant as well.

The bullet hit him, instantly creating a large hole.

Even mid-level zombies can't withstand the physical damage from the Gatling gun.

Before Duras could even reach Old Mo, she was knocked to the ground with a thud.

Its limbs were gone, and even its body was broken in half. Black, green, and various other colored liquids oozed out. There were also rotting intestines.

The stench and visual impact were so strong that not everyone could withstand it.

Even Old Mo almost threw up.

Old Mo put away his Gatling gun and replaced it with a large machete. He slowly walked up to Duras.

"Fuck, Prince of Hong Kong, you've gone too far. If you're so powerful, why don't you dare to fight me for real?"

Duras shouted loudly.

Old Mo sneered, "I'm not stupid; I'll use a knife instead of a gun. Now, just tell me how to kill you vampires, and I'll give you a quick death. If you don't tell me, I'll have to experiment on you one by one."

Old Mo was genuinely impressed by this race. His hands, feet, and everything below his stomach were shattered, yet he was still alive.

Old Mo now wants to test how to quickly kill these vampires.

In my past life, I watched a movie that said you could kill someone by hitting their head and making them bleed.

But that's just hearsay; we'll only know for sure once we try it.

The reason Lao Mo didn't hit him on the head was that he wanted to test him slowly.

Duras was furious when she heard this.

A furious roar: "Fak, you'll get what you pay for..."

Old Mo laughed and said, "In that case, I can only experiment slowly."

As Old Mo spoke, he chopped off Duras's head with a single stroke.

"Fuck, Prince of Hong Kong, you are a devil. You are more brutal and evil than us vampires. You have tortured and slaughtered us vampires so much, you will surely die a horrible death..."

Even without a body, the head was still yelling. Most importantly, this thing's head could actually roll over. That's terrifying.

To Old Mo's relief, apart from the head, the rest of the guy's body was no longer moving after being detached from the head.

It seems this thing lives entirely by its head; if you smash its head, it'll definitely be dead.

Old Mo replaced his large machete with a large iron hammer.

"Duras, I truly don't believe that you vampires can't die. So I've decided to smash your head open and see what happens."

Upon hearing this, Duras immediately showed a look of horror.

"No, no, no! Don't smash my head! I beg you, I'm already like this, are you still going to kill me?"

Just moments ago, Duras was all arrogant, but suddenly she became a coward.

Old Mo laughed.

"Mr. Duras, weren't you very arrogant just now? Why are you suddenly backing down? Fine, I won't kill you first, I'll kill these four guys you brought with me first."

As Old Mo spoke, he picked up a large iron hammer and smashed a zombie's head with a single blow.

As the hammer struck, black, red, white, and green things shot out.

Sure enough, the zombie stopped moving after that hammer blow.

Old Mo laughed: "Mr. Duras, so you vampires aren't immortal after all! Look at this, isn't it dead?"

As he spoke, Old Mo picked up the hammer and walked towards another zombie.

With one blow of the hammer, the zombie stopped moving.

Duras's head snapped back to life, staring in horror at Old Mo's actions.