I'm finished.
If I had known I'd be Vampire fodder, I would have watched more B-movies before transmigrating to learn how to fight back, instead of poring over insurance disclaimers every day.
"I haven't even pitched 'battle suit accidental damage insurance' to Spider-Man yet…"
"I haven't even customized a 'mecha flight speeding ticket payment package' for Iron Man yet…"
"My dream of being New York's top salesperson… is it really going to end with me becoming Vampire poop?"
Just as William Rodriguez felt his carotid artery was about to put on a fountain show, adding a touch of Gothic horror to this filthy alley, and even began to wonder if he would turn into a small Vampire after he died—
"Whoosh—Bang!"
A dull thud, as if a cargo-laden container had fallen from a great height, precisely landing on some unfortunate soul.
William Rodriguez only felt the mountain-like pressure on him suddenly vanish.
Immediately following was the crisp "crunch" of bones being crushed, and a short, shrill, distorted scream belonging to a Vampire.
Fresh air suddenly rushed into his nostrils, and William Rodriguez coughed violently like a fish thrown back into Water.
Tears and snot smeared his face, choking him until his lungs ached.
"Cough, cough, cough… Am I… am I still alive?"
His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he struggled to open them a crack.
Through his blurry vision, a Moon White figure descended like a divine soldier.
With the swagger of a comic hero making an entrance, he landed with a 'thud,' kneeling on one knee precisely where William Rodriguez had just been playing dead.
The gust of wind from his landing 'whooshed' up, swirling dust that blurred William Rodriguez's vision.
And the Vampire, who had been so menacingly preparing to feast on him just moments ago, now lay like a tattered sack run over by a heavy truck.
He was firmly pinned under one of the figure's combat boots, emitting unwilling "ho-ho" sounds from his throat, his limbs unnaturally twisted.
William Rodriguez's mind short-circuited for a moment, his heart pounding wildly from his narrow escape and the sight before him.
The Moon White figure slowly rose, standing tall and straight as a pine tree, the shadow of his hood almost swallowing his face. William Rodriguez could only feel an oppressive aura.
The huge crescent moon symbol on his chest glowed faintly, like a guide in the dark night, and the two crescent darts he held in reverse grip glinted with cold light. Just looking at them sent a chill down one's neck, as if they could easily cut Iron into tofu.
[Ding! Potential client "Moon Knight" detected.]
[Target characteristics: Blessed by the power of the Egyptian Moon God Khonshu, possesses superhuman physique, combat skills, multiple personalities (key point!), and a small amount of supernatural abilities. Current status: Slightly fatigued, battle suit has minor scratches (left scapula area, approximately 0.5 cm, does not affect appearance or function), mental state… hmm, complex.]
William Rodriguez's mouth twitched involuntarily as he looked at "multiple personalities (key point!)."
Good heavens, to buy one insurance policy, does he need to sign three names?
[System recommended plan A (prudent type): Can try to pitch "Multiple Personality Care Insurance (Moon God Custom Edition)". Coverage includes: property loss due to personality switching, reputation disputes, and psychological counseling fees for self-identity disorder. Note: Given the client's special nature, it is recommended to include "Nighttime Activity Accidental Injury Rider".]
The Vampire, pinned down, struggled to squeeze out a few syllables from his throat. He had never imagined he would be subdued so instantly and miserably.
Moon Knight did not reply, merely pressing down slightly with his foot, and the ground beneath his combat boot seemed to sink a little.
"Crunch!" Another bone-chilling crack of bone.
The Vampire let out a shriek even more horrific than before, his body convulsing violently.
William Rodriguez's eyelids twitched. This White-clad guy was unusually ruthless.
This force, this precision, professional!
The Vampire still tried to struggle, his eyes flashing red, attempting a final counterattack.
The Moon White figure's wrist flicked, too fast to see clearly, and a silver light flashed like a meteor.
With a muffled "thud," one of the crescent darts had precisely pierced the Vampire's heart.
The force was so great that the Vampire's body jolted violently.
He looked down at his chest in disbelief, the crescent dart deeply embedded, leaving only a hint of silver at the end.
The scarlet light in his eyes rapidly dimmed like a flickering candle in the wind.
Immediately after, the Vampire's body, like burning joss paper, 'whooshed' from the wound, crackling and burning into a pile of black ash.
A night breeze swept through, leaving not even a speck of dust, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
The entire process was fluid, clean, and swift, making William Rodriguez feel as if he was watching a meticulously produced special effects blockbuster.
The alley once again returned to an eerie silence, leaving only William Rodriguez's heavy breathing.
William Rodriguez struggled to his feet. The spot on his back shoulder where the Vampire had struck him burned, and the choke marks on his neck made breathing difficult, but he completely disregarded these at the moment.
His gaze was fixed on the Moon White figure, his heart pounding.
This was a living, breathing, Vampire-crushing superhero!
A potential major client!
Walking performance!
The Employee of the Year award seemed to be beckoning him!
"Ahem, this… Mr. Moon…Big Brother ?"
William Rodriguez forced out what he believed was his most friendly, harmless smile.
Limped over cautiously, trying not to look too much like he was trying to extort money.
"Thank you for saving my life, sir! You're practically my second parents—no, even closer than parents, because my parents wouldn't descend from the sky and crush a Vampire's dog head with such a cool pose!"
The Knight suddenly turned, his eyes under the hood like two bright searchlights locking onto William Rodriguez, making him feel like a butterfly pinned to a wall.
Although he couldn't see the other's expression, William Rodriguez instinctively sensed a powerful "don't mess with me" aura.
It was a cold pressure, a mix of decisive killing intent and absolute confidence, making him instinctively want to take a half-step back.
But how could this deter an excellent insurance salesman who regarded his clients as gods?
In the face of performance, what was an aura!
"Sir, your skills are truly amazing! It's art! My name is William Rodriguez, and this is my…"
William Rodriguez reached into his pocket, it was empty. His business card holder had probably perished gloriously during the earlier tumble, likely lying in some corner mourning for him.
A thought struck him, and he pointed to his chest, using his most sincere tone: "Sir, look, would you consider our company's latest 'Superhero Exclusive Personal Accident Insurance'?
The insured amount is up to eight figures, covering everything from alien invasions to alligator attacks in the sewers, and you even get double compensation for nighttime activities!
Or 'Battle Damage Equipment Repair Insurance'?
Your outfit, it clearly looks expensive. If some clueless person damages it, even if it's just a scratch in the paint, we'll cover it!"
William Rodriguez's occupational disease flared up again, saliva flying, his eyes gleaming with the eagerness of seeing a prime client, trying to develop his savior into his VIP client.
The other person remained silent, just quietly looking at him, his gaze seeming to penetrate William Rodriguez's skin and see his heart burning for sales performance.
William Rodriguez started to feel a little unnerved.
"Um… sir, shall we add each other as friends?
Facebook, Twitter, YouTube accounts, anything works. If you ever have any insurance needs in the future, just find me anytime. I guarantee I'll arrange everything perfectly for you, with discounts so deep they'll break your bones!"
William Rodriguez stubbornly pulled out his phone, the QR code interface already displayed on the screen, ready to scan or be scanned.
Moon Knight finally moved.
He flickered, disappearing silently into the shadows at the end of the alley with a speed William Rodriguez couldn't comprehend, his eyes unable to keep up.
It was so fast that William Rodriguez only managed to shout: "Hey, sir, don't go! I still have 'Villain Vengeance Insurance' and 'Secret Identity Exposure Emergency Handling Package' to tell you about!"
What answered him was only the whimpering sound of the night wind blowing through the empty alley, and the faint wail of police sirens in the distance.
William Rodriguez stood frozen, holding up his phone with the glowing QR code.