"We're not doing this for fun. We're just trying to survive," Nissa said quietly. From the way the conversation was going, she was already sinking into pessimism.
"They want to survive too." Zhou Yi lifted his glass, his bright eyes resting on the humans who had been lured in here—humans who had now become food.
Some of them had already been drained dry. Others were still alive. But all of them were firmly restrained in the hands of vampires, unable to make even the slightest sound, staring at Zhou Yi with pleading, desperate eyes the moment he stepped in.
Zhou Yi understood that look well. It was the rawest, most primal instinct for survival rising from the depths of life itself.
"We have an agreement with human authorities," Nissa said. "Most of the people sent here are criminals, gang members, addicts… people who couldn't resist temptation. Their lives were already abandoned by humanity's rulers. No one cares about them."
She had also seen the pleading in those people's eyes—but she didn't care about them. All she cared about was Zhou Yi and what he would think. So she could only try, desperately, to talk him into letting the matter go.
In her mind, no one would risk everything over society's parasites. That was precisely why high-level humans could coexist peacefully with vampires. To humans, vampires were like scavengers—cleaners meant to dispose of rot within their own species.
"The third step of friendly communication," Zhou Yi said. He finished his drink and rose to his feet. "I think I should tell you what I'm really thinking."
"I don't care who you consider garbage. I only care about one thing—whether I am happy. And right now, I want to tell you: I'm very unhappy."
He looked at the vampires—twisted faces, cowering like quails.
"Creatures who can't even face the light of the sun have no right to look at me. Even less do you have the right to discuss with me who gets to survive."
A sharp brilliance flickered across Zhou Yi's pupils, and then, in the next instant, blinding rays burst from his eyes—like blades of light slashing through the darkness. It happened in only a heartbeat, yet the consequences were unimaginable.
The vampires struck directly by his gaze disintegrated into ashes instantly. Those merely brushed by the scattered light collapsed screaming, bodies consumed in sheets of flame. After a few moments of futile struggle, they too crumbled to dust.
Only Nissa remained untouched—an invisible barrier before her blocking the stray rays.
In the span of a few blinks, the vampire-filled bar was emptied. Aside from confused, terrified humans who hadn't yet grasped what had happened, only Nissa and Zhou Yi—the cause of this carnage—remained.
Looking at the man smiling before her, Nissa's fear billowed upward uncontrollably. Now she understood the source of that instinctive dread. A being who controlled light and possessed superhuman strength was the natural nemesis of vampires. Faced with such a predator, fear was unavoidable.
Ignoring the dazed humans, Zhou Yi simply smiled at Nissa.
"You should be grateful you protected my sister. Otherwise, you wouldn't still be standing here. So—don't let me hear any rumors about me. If I do, I won't mind erasing vampires from New York entirely."
Nissa stiffly nodded. She understood—he wasn't just telling her to stay silent within vampire society, but to keep his existence hidden from humans as well. But she didn't understand one thing: with so many humans here, why did he only warn her?
She soon understood why.
A terrifying aura suddenly burst forth—ancient, holy, majestic, oppressive. It flooded outward, pressing into the hearts of all living beings.
As one of the ancient pureblood vampires, Nissa felt her body seize up—muscles trembling, mind halting as if frozen. The ordinary humans fared worse: most rolled their eyes back, foaming at the mouth as they fainted outright.
This was a spiritual shock—an overwhelming, divine intimidation. It was a power Zhou Yi had learned from Daoist divine-mind cultivation in China. Under this force, human brains would be severely overstimulated. They would not remember what had happened—only the fear.
It wasn't without side effects… but it was better than killing them.
Once everything was cleaned up, Zhou Yi waved lightly at Nissa, then leapt into the air. A piercing sonic crack echoed overhead—proof he was already far away.
Nissa glanced around the ruined bar, forced herself to remain steady, then slipped into the darkness and vanished. Only unconscious humans remained.
But for them, this was the best possible outcome.
Less than ten minutes after Nissa left, heavily armed personnel stormed into the bar. They secured the entire area, swept every corner, set up equipment at key locations, and carried all unconscious humans out on stretchers.
No one knew exactly what this unit was planning—but their actions made one thing clear.
When a middle-aged man in a suit entered—high hairline, deep eyes, gentle smile—the large Black man who appeared to be the unit leader approached him.
"Sir, we've secured the area. But… it looks like we came too late. We didn't find anything suspicious here—just unconscious civilians and a lot of ash and blood."
"Collect samples and send them to the central lab. And arrange medical care and questioning," the middle-aged man said. He took a few steps, stopped beneath a massive hole in the ceiling, and asked, "What do you think made that?"
The Black man looked up, studied it, then said uncertainly, "Looks like something punched through… maybe a large anti-armor round, sir?"
The man patted his shoulder with a sigh. "My friend, take some time to read more science-fiction novels. Really—your imagination is disappointing."
He brushed past him while the large man scratched his head awkwardly.
Reaching the bar counter, the middle-aged man examined the scene carefully. Just then, his phone rang.
"Agent Coulson, any discoveries on your end?" came the cold, crisp voice of Commander Maria Hill.
"Unfortunately, I haven't found any suspects. Clearly our Superman has already left. But I've sent some samples to the central lab."
"Phil, gather whatever you can. And… Director Fury wants to see you."
"I understand, Hill." But Coulson's voice trailed strangely, prompting Hill to ask sharply:
"Phil? Phil, what's wrong?"
"…I think I just found something useful." Coulson lifted a wine glass delicately with a handkerchief. The pattern along the rim was unmistakable.
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Back at the Long Island villa, Zhou Yi slowed his flight and landed softly on his balcony.
Peeking into the living room, he saw Ororo already dressed and furiously scolding Shareese and the other two girls. Seeing that no one noticed him, he quickly changed out of his burned, nearly incinerated clothing.
It was an unavoidable problem—flying too fast meant ignition from air friction, especially the clothes. Using telekinesis to shield himself felt like being behind glass—unnatural. So, more often than not, he preferred driving to flying.
Once changed, Zhou Yi grabbed a few bottles of milk from the fridge and walked into the living room.
"Ororo, they've had enough shock for one day. Ease up a little." He placed the milk before Shareese and the other two girls, then poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to Ororo.
She accepted it, giving him a sharp glare. "I still don't even know what happened. And you think I'm being too strict?"
Zhou Yi swirled his drink, then explained:
"I found them in a vampire bar. Fortunately, they weren't hurt."
"Vampires?" Ororo's voice shot up by eight tones. Clearly, she knew far more than Zhou Yi did. She immediately turned to the girls. "Children—are you okay? I mean, did you have any close contact with those vampires?"
The three, dizzy from being scolded, were thrown off completely by the sudden care. "We're fine, Ororo. No one touched us."
"That's good." Ororo still looked tense. "But I need to check your bodies. We're going back to the school. Now. Immediately."
"Want me to open a portal?" Shareese asked hopefully, like a child eager to lessen her punishment.
"No." Ororo refused flatly, then glared at Zhou Yi. "We're driving."
He shrugged. "Take my car. Keys are on the garage wall. Though I doubt they're in any danger."
"We're checking them anyway," Ororo insisted. And Zhou Yi didn't argue.
"Fine, fine. I won't stop you. But give me two minutes—I need to talk to Shareese."
Ororo nodded. "Make it quick. I don't want anything happening to these kids."
Zhou Yi led Shareese out onto the balcony. She kept her head down, ready to be scolded.
He smiled.
"Not bad."
"Huh?" She blinked in confusion.
"But not good enough," he added, patting her head. "I mean how you protected your friends today. You did the right thing. But you weren't strong enough."
"Back when I sent you to Xavier's school, it was because I wasn't strong enough. In a world where mutants suffer unfair treatment, I couldn't protect you from malicious people. So your mother and I chose Xavier's, hoping you'd grow up safely. And you did."
"Now you're older. You have your own thoughts. I won't feed you ideology like the professors do. I just want you to remember today. You didn't choose to run—and that's admirable. But you also couldn't protect your friends. Until you're strong enough, choose carefully. Your decisions… you bear them yourself."
Shareese lowered her head again, deep in thought. After a long moment, she whispered:
"I understand, brother. But… what happened afterward?"
"I let the woman go," Zhou Yi said plainly. "The rest of the vampires… I left none."
"Thank you… brother." Shareese lifted her face. Her jade-green eyes glistened with grateful tears. Only now did she understand how much this brother, eight years her senior, had done for her.
Zhou Yi simply ruffled her hair with a smile.
"Go on. Ororo's waiting."
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