The Demon-breaking Fist, which hadn’t missed in the previous two attempts, finally landed on the boy possessed by the Evil Spirit. With one punch, the mont his fist struck the opponent, a ghostly black shadow was directly ejected from the boy’s body.
It was enveloped in substantial malice, its visage contorted and fierce, complented by blood-red eyes—all serving to emphasize the original power of this Evil Spirit.
"This will send you back to Hell!"
Chu Feng’s eyes, bloodshot to the point of crimson, stared intently at the Evil Spirit before him. His fist, glowing with golden light, struck its ghastly face directly. Under Chu Feng’s assault, the Evil Spirit’s ethereal body seed to waver and falter.
Chu Feng paid no heed, however. Countless golden fists rained down upon the Evil Spirit. And now, powerless to resist, the Evil Spirit could only emit a series of piercing wails.
"AWOO..."
After a while, Chu Feng, having fully vented, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a smile finally touched his lips at the sight of the Evil Spirit’s head—all that remained of it on the ground.
The AA-12, its fra etched with countless Mystic Runes, materialized once again in his hand.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
After three thunderous shots, a puff of black smoke rose. The Evil Spirit from Hell was finally, completely erased from the Human World.
「In a corner of Hell, at this mont,」
"Damn ants! Damn the East!"
A shadowy figure, identical to the Evil Spirit Chu Feng had just extinguished, was furiously venting its anger on its surroundings. With its every move, countless skeletons around it instantly crumbled to dust. This was the Evil God spoken of by Furys—a powerful, indigenous Evil Spirit, born and bred in Hell.
「In the underground parking lot,」
Chu Feng, after vanquishing the Evil Spirit, also went limp and collapsed beside the blond boy.
For these twenty million US dollars, I almost lost my life here! It seems it’s still easier to earn money from The Holy See. It’s been so long, and yet they haven’t sought out!
After resting on the ground for a good while, Chu Feng finally stood up again. Picking up the still unconscious blond boy, he turned and walked towards the outside of the building.
「Outside the building at this mont,」
A fierce gunfight had just recently ended.
"Boris, how’s the situation?" Chief Sabio asked, his voice urgent, the mont he connected with Boris’s call.
"Sabio, all the cult mbers have been killed, but we’ve also got over a dozen injured. We urgently need rescue vehicles." Boris, who had also taken a bullet to the arm, looked rather pale. Surveying the injured around him, his expression was troubled as he relayed his needs to his superior.
"Okay, don’t worry, rescue is on its way." Sabio paused for a mont, then asked tentatively, "There’s one more thing, how’s Chu? Did he rescue Mr. Mancini’s son?"
"That... not yet, but I think it should be soon!"
"All right, call as soon as you have any news about him!" Sabio was clearly disappointed by Boris’s answer but had no choice but to hang up and wait for updates.
Just as Boris put down the phone, about to take a rest, he caught a glimpse of a figure appearing at the entrance of the building from the corner of his eye. Turning his head for a clearer look, the image of Chu Feng holding a child instantly entered his view.
"Chu! It’s Chu, coming out with the child!"
Boris’s colleagues, who also saw Chu Feng’s figure, began shouting excitedly. Make no mistake, their cheers weren’t for Chu. Mr. Mancini had promised that as long as his son was rescued safely, everyone involved in the rescue would receive a substantial reward. Now, Mr. Mancini’s son was right before their eyes, and a hefty reward was about to be in hand—who could be unhappy about that?
"Chu, how is the child?"
"He’s fine, just fainted. He will recover after so rest in the hospital."
Boris, his face lit with excitent, ran up to Chu Feng. Seemingly forgetting he’d been shot in the arm, he even tried to take the child from Chu Feng’s grasp.
Chu Feng stepped to the side, deftly avoiding Boris’s reaching hands.
"Boris, what happened to your arm?"
"Those damn cultists did this!" Touching the bandage on his arm, Boris’s face contorted with anger. "Just now, a bunch of cultists were rushing over like madn, completely disregarding their own lives, heading straight for the muzzles of our guns, as if they were deliberately trying to get killed!"
After recounting the recent encounter, Boris’s face still showed puzzlent. After all, he had never seen humans deliberately seek death before.
Having heard Boris’s story, Chu Feng had so conjectures. Down in the underground parking lot, I didn’t see a single offering, he mused. Yet the ritual for the Evil Spirit’s descent still proceeded normally. Could it be that these cultists were the offerings for the ritual?
Chu Feng chuckled to himself. Typical of cultists, just the kind of thing they would do—utterly indifferent to their own lives.
"Alright, the child has been saved! Boris, quickly call Mr. Mancini; he must be very anxious! Also, let him know about the child’s condition. He should have better dical options."
After instructing Boris, Chu Feng placed the blond boy on the back seat of Boris’s police car.
「An hour later,」
Chu Feng reappeared inside the New York Police Departnt. It was the sa familiar eting room on the third floor. Mr. Mancini’s son had already been sent to New York’s best private hospital for treatnt. In the eting room now, there were only Chu Feng and a middle-aged man in a suit, who was slightly balding.
"Mr. Chu, hello. I am Mr. Mancini’s personal assistant. I will be handling the paynt issues for this mission."
"Alright, Assistant. Go on. Is there an issue with the paynt?" Chu Feng, sitting beside the table and toying with a ballpoint pen, watched the assistant, who was holding a briefcase, a slight smile on his lips.
"Mr. Chu, please don’t misunderstand. It’s just that there’s a confidentiality agreent we need you to sign before the twenty million US dollars can be transferred to your account." The assistant, visibly uneasy under Chu Feng’s gaze, hurriedly took a docunt from his briefcase and handed it to Chu Feng.
After briefly reviewing the docunt, Chu Feng imdiately understood Mr. Mancini’s intentions. It turned out Mr. Mancini had long known about the unique nature of George Mancini’s body—that it was a perfect vessel for an Evil Spirit. He had prepared this confidentiality agreent specifically to protect this secret.
Chu Feng had no reason to object and promptly used the ballpoint pen to affix his signature.
"Okay, now that Mr. Chu has signed the agreent, the paynt of twenty million US dollars will soon be in your account." After making a phone call, the assistant imdiately left the eting room.
Watching the closing door of the eting room, Chu Feng silently shook his head.
This matter probably isn’t over yet! A perfect physical vessel... No Hell Creature wishing to co to the Human World would pass up such an opportunity. Besides, that Evil Spirit from Hell who knows everything isn’t truly dead yet! Who knows when it might make a coback.
Not long after, Chu Feng’s phone buzzed with a notification: twenty million US dollars had been deposited into his account.
Looking at the number two followed by that long string of zeros in the ssage, a profound sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
"Alright, mission accomplished!"
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