Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Just then, the window of a room on the third floor of the hotel was suddenly pushed open, and a burly man with tattoos on his shoulders leaned out and started cursing downstairs.

After cursing a few times, he was still not satisfied. He grabbed an empty glass bottle from the table and threw it out the window, aiming at the car that was making a lot of noise downstairs.

However, the bottle, which was about to hit the ground, suddenly stopped about a meter above the ground, as if it had been caught by an invisible hand and was suspended in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the entire bottle suddenly vibrated like a bullet, making a 'bang' sound as it shot back straight.

The narrow opening of the bottle pierced the wide-open mouth of the bearded, burly man and emerged from the back of his head.

The burly man's mouth was completely pierced by the large bottle, and he froze for a moment before collapsing heavily to the floor.

With a cracking sound as the bottle's neck hit the ground at the back of his head, the bottle shattered instantly, and sharp shards of glass filled his mouth.

But he could no longer feel any pain, because he had already lost his life.

Wu Heng, Sam, and Dean, who lived in the two innermost rooms on the second floor, naturally heard the commotion outside.

Dean and Sam quickly ran to the window and witnessed the bottle being thrown backwards, causing the burly man's cursing to stop abruptly.

Dean couldn't help but curse under his breath, quickly grabbed the shotgun from beside the bed, and was about to go downstairs: "Lilith's here!"

Sam also picked up a weapon, his face full of guilt. He knew very well that it was because they were in this hotel that they indirectly caused the death of an innocent person.

That burly man is definitely dead. Regardless of whether he was of poor character or had a bad temper, in both of their hearts, he did not deserve to die.

Wu Heng also stood up from his chair and said calmly, "Let's go, it's time to meet our guests."

The three of them left the room and went down to the first floor.

When I pushed open the door and walked out of the hotel, I saw Old Mike hiding in the lounge, holding a shotgun in one hand and tightly pinching the big yellow dog's muzzle with the other. He was sitting stiffly on the bed, barely breathing.

He didn't react to the footsteps outside, clearly determined not to get involved.

Sam and Dean, not wanting to involve the others in the hotel any further, quickly went outside onto the street. Sam took a deep breath and shouted into the air, "Lilith, we're here! Come at us if you have a problem!"

As Sam's voice faded, a figure slowly emerged from the dark alleyway beside him.

This is a woman dressed in a black, tight-fitting leather outfit. She is tall, with delicate features but a cold, sinister aura. Her long black hair is casually draped over her shoulders, and her eyes are as cold as a venomous snake. She is Lilith, who has now taken on a new body.

Lilith didn't even glance at Sam and Dean; her gaze went straight past them, locking onto Wu Heng behind them, and she spoke bluntly:

"Tell me, what conditions will it take for you to hand over the souls of those angels to me?"

Her voice carried a barely perceptible urgency, clearly indicating that she couldn't wait any longer.

Let's talk somewhere else.

Wu Heng walked into the dark alley, with Sam and Dean following closely behind, and Lilith also going along. Neither side made a move.

After finding a secluded park, everyone stopped as Wu Heng walked. The four of them faced each other.

Sam's eyes were fixed on Lilith, his chest heaving violently as he suppressed his anger and desperately wanted to save his father.

He almost couldn't resist rushing forward.

Just then, Dean, who was standing next to him, was even more anxious than Sam, but he was also more aware of the situation. He quietly tugged at Sam's arm and gave him a look that told him not to make a fuss.

At crucial moments in such transactions, especially with these cunning and treacherous devils.

Any hint of urgency or weakness would become leverage the other party could use against him. He forced himself to remain calm and placed all his trust in Wu Heng.

As expected, Wu Heng's first words did not disappoint them.

He looked down at Lilith, not directly responding to her earlier threatening remark, but instead speaking in a calm tone: "It seems you really crave them."

He paused, as if stating a simple fact, and continued, "Since that's the case, let's show some sincerity first."

"Hand over John Winchester's soul as a 'gift,' and then we can discuss what you intend to offer in exchange for these three 'distinguished guests' in my hands."

Upon hearing this, even though Dean tried his best to restrain himself, his breathing became heavier and he almost couldn't maintain the composure he was trying to maintain.

On the other side, Lilith's delicate doll-like face instantly turned frosty, and white anger in her eyes almost burst forth.

John is just a cheap gift; he's a crucial bargaining chip in this deal.

Moreover, as the Queen of Hell, she despises all humans to the core. In her eyes, even the most powerful humans are nothing more than slightly stronger ants, merely a dish on the demon's menu.

How could she express her sincerity to a human being?
What a shame!
"You want John's soul?" Lilith's voice was icy, filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Fine, trade those three angels you have for it!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Heng was not angry; instead, he seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous.

He scrutinized Lilith from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze that made the Queen of Hell extremely uncomfortable, as if all her pretense had been stripped away, especially since she could clearly sense it.

"What are you looking at?!" Lilith asked sharply, barely suppressing her discomfort.

“I’m watching,” Wu Heng said, his tone tinged with doubt and mockery. “Where do you get such a thick skin to propose such a ridiculous deal?”

“John Winchester is just an ordinary human soul. How could you possibly want to use him to exchange for the essential souls of the three angels I possess? What are you thinking?”

He took a small step forward: "Get this straight, you're the one who desperately needs what I have. You're begging me to make a deal, not the other way around. Is this how you ask for favors?"

Lilith snorted, trying to regain the upper hand: "Don't think I don't know! You were searching everywhere for a way to summon the White-Eyed Demon, wasn't it all to save John's soul? He's crucial to those two behind you!" She pointed at Dean and Sam.

"You're absolutely right, it's really important for both of them."

Wu Heng spread his hands, his tone still calm and even: "But you also said that they are very important to the two of them. If these three angels were captured at great risk, then giving them to you is fine, consider it the price for their father's freedom. But..." (End of this chapter)