Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 644 - 2: Vampire

"Squeak..."

A bright pink sports car came to a stop at the nightclub entrance, the door swung open, and a long leg clad in black silk stockings extended from the car.

Black pointed leather shoes, glossy and polished, were adorned with sparkling crystals.

Monica flicked her golden wavy hair and gestured with her hand:

"Professor Carl, please get out of the car!"

"It’s not necessary."

In full formal wear, completely mismatched with the bustling street, Carl stepped down from the passenger seat, sighing helplessly:

"Someone my age isn’t suited for this kind of place, and please don’t call me professor."

Professor is a title of respect.

Only used for those with significant contributions to science or top scholars from elite universities.

Carl, who hadn’t achieved any successful research yet, certainly didn’t qualify.

"With Mr. Carl’s theoretical level, becoming a professor is just a matter of time," Monica laughed and said:

"Being able to invite you is my honor, of course we have to celebrate a bit."

"Please!"

Different from her daytime formal attire and elite socialite look, Monica now displayed her exaggerated figure completely.

Sexy!

Glamorous!

Full of charm!

Vivid lipstick and heavy eye makeup didn’t make her look vulgar, instead, they exuded vibrant youth.

As for Carl...

He had white hair, wrinkles on his cheeks, walked slowly, and had already embraced an elderly demeanor.

"Dear lady!"

"Park the car!"

Monica tossed the car keys to the approaching valet and strutted into the nightclub.

"Professor Carl, your colleagues have been waiting inside for a long time."

"Sigh!"

Carl sighed and followed, stepping forward.

"Bang!"

"Click..."

"..."

After passing through two soundproofing and security iron doors, his eyes were immediately met with dazzling colors, accompanied by all kinds of noise.

"This way!"

Monica shouted from ahead.

Though the two weren’t far apart, they had to shout to be heard clearly, indicating how chaotic the noise was.

Carl’s mouth twitched.

He really couldn’t understand why anyone would like such a place; the key point was he liked it when he was young.

Weaving through the crowd of twisting bodies, he was pulled by Monica to grope their way to a booth in the darkness.

There were already several young people waiting here.

"Monica!"

"Riley!"

"Blaze!"

"..."

"Let me introduce you." Monica pulled Carl over and said loudly:

"This is Professor Carl, who studies biodiversity, and he will be your colleague in the future."

?

Carl opened his mouth but didn’t correct the erroneous introduction, nodding toward the few:

"Carl Bergman, a part-time research teacher."

"Teaching is part-time." Monica wrapped an arm around Carl’s shoulders, speaking seriously:

"Research is the main job, and that’s why I spent a lot to hire you. I expect your research to succeed."

"Monica." Carl shrugged:

"You’d better lower your expectations, not every research leads to results."

"Actually..."

"The vast majority of research is trial and error."

"That’s true." Blaze, the man named, stood up, shook hands with Carl, and spoke:

"I’ve been researching for over a decade, still with no real success."

"That’s because you’re wealthy." Monica pouted:

"Investing in yourself means you aren’t rushing results; I’m the company’s investor."

"Heh..." Blaze chuckled:

"What is Mr. Carl studying?"

"Origin of life." Carl shook hands with Riley, whose long hair was a striking blue, found a seat, and said:

"And DNA, RNA...how they affect various organs of living organisms."

"Oh!" Blaze raised an eyebrow:

"This kind of research is mostly theoretical, not much concrete outcome. Monica, you’re actually willing to invest?"

Monica rolled her eyes.

"I know what DNA and RNA are?" Riley curiously asked:

"Mr. Carl, please forgive my ignorance in this area; I’m a history teacher at the academy."

"They are somewhat related; you can think of it as gene regulation, hereditary information." Carl said:

"Current research proves that hereditary information is primarily determined by DNA, but I think differently..."

"Oh!" Blaze sat up straight:

"Why?"

"Different organs have different functions, but originate from the same place, and gene selection is important." Carl explained:

"According to existing theory, genetic information is fixed, certain innate six-fingered or mutations are due to rare gene mutations..."

"The choice of genetic information is important, DNA..."

"Enough!" Monica rubbed her forehead:

"This isn’t the place for your research discussion, it’s time to relax and enjoy yourself."

"That’s right!" Blaze stood, bent down, and extended a hand to Monica:

"Beautiful Lady Monica, may I have the honor of sharing a dance with you tonight?"

"Sure."

Monica flipped her long hair and lowered her hand.

After she danced two rounds and returned to the booth, she found Carl sipping his drink obediently.

Riley and Blaze were both seeking other targets to have fun with.

"Professor Carl."

Shrugging, Monica said:

"Are you always this boring?"

"Not at all." Carl shook his head:

"It’s just that with age, hormone levels drop, and many things no longer pique my interest."

"I’m different from you; now even if I want to do something, I have to consider my health first."

Monica raised an eyebrow.

She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she felt there was more to his words.

"It seems dragging you here by force was a mistake. Next time, how about I take you to an upscale restaurant?"

"We’ll see."

"Then can I have fun on my own?"

"Enjoy yourself."

Smiling, Monica swayed her way back into the crowd.

A tall, burly white man noticed her presence, licked his lips, and approached her.

"Beautiful lady."

The man’s hands unashamedly reached for her slim waist, inhaling the scent at her neck deeply, he whispered:

"Want me to keep you company?"

"Hmm..." Monica turned around, her eyes glinting:

"Are you up for it?"

"I’ll make sure you’re satisfied!" The man grinned:

"No woman who tries me ever dislikes it."

"Oh!" Monica’s eyes lit up:

"It’s not convenient here, how about we go to the back?"

"Of course!" The man was overjoyed, immediately wrapping an arm around her waist, pushing through the crowd toward the nightclub’s back alley.

Soon.

"Sss!"

Monica touched the blood at the corner of her mouth, her two protruding fangs slowly retracted as she pushed the body beside her to the ground.

"Pah!"

"Just a drug addict, really fouling my taste!"

...

"Even a young woman at her physical peak can’t dance for so long without sweating."

Carl picked up his drink, taking a small sip:

"Vampire..."

"Without the Gods around, all kinds of demons and monsters have emerged, though their nature doesn’t seem evil."

"Huh?"

Just as he was murmuring, two silhouettes approached the booth.

"Handsome!"

"Alone here?"

Both women had voluptuous figures, as for their looks...

Never mind the chaotic lighting here; just the layers of foundation made it hard to discern their features.

Carl looked up at them, sighing inwardly with resignation.

This smell...

Still vampires!

But unlike Monica, these two exuded scents of decay, demise, and madness.

They had completely diverged from being ’human’.

This nightclub,

Could it be a vampire hunting ground?