"We can," Amalia agreed, taking him into the air, feeling his inexplicable excitent over just a short flight.
Excited, Ernesto dashed ahead, "Eduardo Norierga’s family’s residence is just up ahead. Let take you there."
Amalia surveyed the surroundings, noting they were in a rather backward brick house town.
Though called a town, it was hardly even comparable to a small village.
Amalia and Ernesto arrived at the place where Eduardo Norierga’s family lived.
The tiles on the roofs were worn out, with many missing, and the residents didn’t bother to replace them.
Their faces and lips were cracked and dry from the cold wind, displaying indifference upon seeing outsiders.
Only a few adults, with greed visible in their eyes, glanced at Amalia’s imposing presence but quickly dismissed any thoughts of robbery.
They knew they had to choose their targets carefully.
"This is where Eduardo Norierga’s family lives. Eduardo Norierga’s wife ran away long ago, leaving only Eduardo Norierga’s parents and a teenage daughter," Ernesto explained while standing in front of a dilapidated house with peeling walls.
Amalia glanced around the vicinity, noting that almost everyone here was an ordinary human, devoid of any other spiritual aura.
She approached and pushed open the door.
The already unstable door creaked and swung open with a loud bang, unable to withstand any force.
"Mom, soone broke our door," a girl’s voice suddenly echoed from inside the house.
Two seconds later, a middle-aged woman holding a kitchen knife rushed out, her sharp voice following, "Who broke our door?"
"Whoever broke our door must pay!" the middle-aged woman’s husband also erged.
Both of them hurried through the narrow hallway, their eyes scanning past Ernesto – he didn’t look like soone they could exploit – and swiftly focused on Amalia.
As soon as they laid eyes on her attire and extraordinary deanor, their eyes lit up like 100-watt light bulbs.
Clearly, in their eyes, people were divided into two categories: those they could exploit and those they couldn’t.
Amalia was definitely in the exploitable category.
"Was it you who kicked down our door?" the middle-aged woman glared fiercely at Amalia, her eyes fixed without blinking, as if Amalia would vanish if she blinked.
"You must pay, or we’ll hound you to death," the middle-aged woman’s husband echoed, his face full of greed.
The girl who had called them out earlier also ran over, standing behind her parents with a vigilant gaze, seemingly intent on preventing them from leaving.
"Are you sure you want to pay?" Amalia released a hint of pressure from her body.
Just a small amount, but both adults’ knees buckled under the pressure, collapsing to the ground with a thud, unable to rise.
"S-Spiritual... spiritual cultivator?"
Their son used to be a spiritual cultivator, so the couple was not unfamiliar with such aura, and their faces changed upon recognizing Amalia’s status.
The middle-aged woman’s face turned fierce, spitting, "So what if you’re a spiritual cultivator? Does that give you the right to indiscriminately kill? Bah! If you dare, just kill everyone here!"
Amalia imdiately emitted a killing intent, her face icy, "You think I don’t dare?"
The middle-aged woman instantly felt her hair stand on end, unable to control herself, a faint sll of urine perating the narrow house.
But as it seeped outside, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Nowadays, there are rumors online about the indiscriminate killings by mbers of prominent families. The governnt is already investigating. Do you dare to kill ?" Despite being terrified, the middle-aged woman remained defiant.
Amalia raised an eyebrow in surprise.
She didn’t expect them to be concerned about this, but it made sense considering their connection to Eduardo Norierga.
"Frightened, aren’t you?" the middle-aged woman’s husband, thinking Amalia was silenced by his wife, spoke smugly, "Be sensible and let us go. Compensate us with a million, or we’ll report you to the governnt."
Ernesto chuckled disdainfully, "You’re on the brink of death, and you still think about the governnt?"
The couple’s faces changed, "What do you an?"
"What do I an?" Ernesto said coldly, "Kill you both, destroy the evidence, and who will help you? With so many deaths in the country every year, does the governnt have ti to care? You think too highly of yourselves."
Without waiting for their response, Ernesto swiftly drew a dagger and pressed it against the middle-aged woman’s neck.
He had already discerned that the woman was the head of the household.
The dagger drew a bloodstain on the woman’s neck.
Feeling the pain in her neck and the blood on her hand, the middle-aged woman finally realized that these two were different from anyone they had encountered before and pleaded in fear, "Please... don’t kill ."
"I don’t believe you dare to kill my wife," the middle-aged man, relieved that the threat to his life was directed at his wife, echoed her defiance.
Ernesto sneered and swiftly flipped the dagger, plunging it into the middle-aged woman’s thigh.
She imdiately scread in agony, tears and mucus streaming down her face.
The middle-aged man trembled in fear, wetting his pants.
Ernesto looked disgusted, the stench of urine in the air growing stronger, and withdrew the dagger before leaving the room.
"My leg, my leg! I’m going to die! Jack Norierga, are you still a man? Co and save !"
The middle-aged woman cried out while clutching her bleeding thigh.
The middle-aged man hurriedly rushed over to help her stop the bleeding, but instead, the blood flowed even more fiercely.
"Do you still believe that if we kill you, no one will dare to speak up?"
Ernesto playing with his dagger.
If they couldn’t handle people like this, his years in the market would have been in vain.
"We believe, we believe!"
The couple nodded hastily, terrified.
"Very well," Ernesto stepped back beside Amalia.
Amalia took a step forward, crossing the threshold, "Next, let’s talk about your son Eduardo Norierga’s affairs. Everyone, inside."
As she spoke, she glanced behind her at the girl holding a piece of glass, ready to strike at them at any mont.
The girl t her gaze, her hands trembling, and the glass shard fell to the ground.
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