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Bai Ziyuan said in an unfriendly tone:

"When I went to arrange the venue yesterday, I happened to run into a little girl from the Sisterhood of Witches, and we had a few words exchanged."

Who knew that, by some strange coincidence, the hotel I booked turned out to be owned by her family? And before I left, that petty, scheming girl actually cast a curse on me...

"Well, to be precise, I cast a curse on my Porsche! It blew up the engine after only a short distance, rendering the entire engine unusable!"

The young man spoke through gritted teeth, his facial muscles contorted in pain.

"Hmm? Casting a spell on a car! That's interesting." Zhu Mingyao became quite interested upon hearing this.

Generally speaking, the core concept and method of witchcraft and sorcery, from its inception, have been designed to target humans, and it is rare to hear of it being able to directly destroy inanimate objects.

After all, the predecessors created these kinds of spells to cause internal strife and killing among their own kind. Who would bother to curse a stone or a piece of wood for no reason? Even if someone had a sudden inspiration, they wouldn't know where to begin.

—Just like Bai Ziyuan's tragically totaled car, if you were to make a voodoo doll, would you make a car model instead? How do you calculate a Porsche's birth date? Is it based on the engine's production date or the car's manufacturing date?

The ability to change a spell originally intended for humans to affect objects suggests that the young witch is either a master who has been immersed in this art for many years or someone with extraordinary talent. Considering her age, it is undoubtedly the latter.

"They're from the Sisterhood of Witches, no wonder..."

"I've long heard that they have a profound background and that the title of Supreme Witch has been passed down for a long time. Now that I see it, their methods are indeed remarkable and not to be underestimated..." Zhu Mingyao sincerely praised.

He had also learned a little about the superhuman organizations in this world, and knew that they had been very popular and famous in recent years.

Moreover, Zhu Mingyao always felt that their images in the rumors were somewhat similar to characters in a certain TV series from his previous life.

Although I don't remember the specific details of the plot very clearly, the fact that all the members are women, each with a beautiful appearance and profound magical powers, and that the organization's headquarters are located in New Orleans, all fits the description perfectly.

"Supreme Witch? And with a long and rich lineage? Hahaha!" To everyone's surprise, Bai Ziyuan burst out laughing when he heard his words.

"You actually believed all that nonsense they were spouting!"

"That's why I'm telling you to go out and socialize more to broaden your horizons. If you have some experience in the ways of the world and know the inside story, you won't be fooled by a few big words from others."

Glancing at the rearview mirror and seeing Zhu Mingyao's curious expression, Bai Ziyuan shook her head and explained.

"According to them, the Sisterhood of Witches has a long history, even dating back to the Middle Ages a thousand years ago. Each generation of Supreme Witches is incredibly powerful, and their titles and honors are passed down in an orderly manner, making them a prestigious lineage among the extraordinary schools..."

“In fact…” he snorted, then chuckled coldly:

"There's not a single truth in there!"

"The true origin of the Federal Witches' Sisterhood is actually a group of wandering witches who came with immigrants from the Old World in the second half of the 19th century."

The organization they formed to establish themselves in the Federation is only about 150 or 160 years old, not much older than our Chamber of Commerce.

"At that time, these women were not even considered among the superhumans. The so-called Supreme Witch was just a fancy title given to their leader, just like the rebel kings in our ancient times, such as the King of Heaven or the King of Earth, which were nothing more than self-aggrandizing tricks."

A little basic logic tells us, if they were really that powerful, why would they have come all the way from Europe to the New World? And why have they stayed in Louisiana for so many years, unable to even handle the Voodoo cult so close at hand?

Turning onto a street lined with palm trees, Bai Ziyuan slowed down and drove slowly toward a small hotel that was six or seven stories high.

"Who would have thought that the two world wars would shatter the nations of the Old World, causing the various witch organizations in Europe to decline as well? Instead, they benefited greatly, absorbing many scattered legacies that had fled to escape the war, and rose to prominence in one fell swoop."

In recent years, after currying favor with several powerful federal families, she has developed some unrealistic ambitions and has gradually begun to covet the title of orthodox witch..."

"Aha! Let me see who's been talking badly about others again!"

Before the sports car had even come to a complete stop, a slightly shrill young female voice rang out from the roadside.

Her voice is both sweet and haughty, characteristic of teenage girls, making the listener almost able to picture her in their mind.

A flamboyant red figure pushed open the hotel's crystal glass doors and gracefully emerged, her silver high-heeled sandals, studded with rhinestones, gleaming in the midday sun.

"Oh! Look who's here again, it's that self-proclaimed charming young master from yesterday! Maybe you're thinking of getting a new car again today!"

The newcomer, with a sarcastic smile, tossed his brilliant blond hair back and mocked mercilessly.

Her fair face held a hint of spring, yet her power remained undisguised; her red lips, before they even parted, already betrayed her laughter!

Upon seeing the girl in front of him, Zhu Mingyao had this thought immediately come to mind.

Although the times and ethnicities are different, the young man still felt that the praise given to Wang Xifeng in Dream of the Red Chamber was perfectly fitting for the wonderful woman in front of him.

Even though he had been bombarded with the amazing photo editing skills of later generations and his aesthetic standards for women were already extremely high, he still had to admit that this girl was a rare beauty in his life.

As she walked, the fiery red cocktail dress occasionally revealed her shapely and firm thighs, exuding youthful vitality. Her long, soft, light golden hair flowed naturally forward along her slender neck, and her snow-white skin was crystal clear, complementing the garnet necklace hanging on her chest.

On her face, which had distinct features but no aggressive angles, a pair of bright blue phoenix eyes, as clear as lake water, slanted upwards. Combined with her willow-leaf-shaped arched eyebrows, her gaze seemed to be both reproachful and joyful.

At this moment, her two full red lips were slightly upturned. She hugged her jade-like arms and looked up at Bai Ziyuan, who was getting out of the car, with a mocking expression, as if she were witnessing a bullying incident.

...Yes, it's looking up.

This is because this beautiful girl with the aura of a school bully has a petite and delicate loli-like body!

Chapter 136 Social Gathering, Secret Meeting 1

"Ha, I thought you were too scared to come today. Did you find another accomplice?"

The contrast between the school bully's face and the loli's body is just too funny.

So when Zhu Mingyao looked at the girl with her bright blue eyes glaring at him and spewing out sarcastic words, he felt no offense, just amusement and cuteness. He couldn't help but smile.

He didn't feel offended by the other party, but the other party seemed to feel offended by him.

"What are you laughing at?" The girl's voice held a hint of anger, perhaps due to her rich past experiences and her spiritual inspiration as a witch, which made her keenly aware of the source of Zhu Mingyao's smile.

"Are you... mocking me?! You're dead!"

Her height, which she cared about most, was once again being stared at. The girl's chest heaved violently with anger. She shook her manicured fingers and puffed out her cheeks, looking just like a cute little squirrel.

This is practically the embodiment of the phrase "overwhelmingly bitchy"...

Zhu Mingyao tried hard to suppress his laughter. "Hello, miss, I just remembered something very funny."

However, the girl in the red dress clearly had no intention of listening to his excuses. A glint flashed in her bright green eyes, and she angrily shouted:

"Let me tell you, there are consequences for offending a lady!"

As she spoke, a subtle, mysterious fluctuation emanated from her.

"Watch out... Achoo!"

Even though Bai Ziyuan was already on high alert because of yesterday's lesson, she still couldn't completely resist the opponent's strange methods. Before she could finish her warning, she sneezed loudly.

At the same time, Zhu Mingyao also felt a slight itch at the tip of his nose, as if a strange energy had cleverly bypassed the protective true qi and entered his nasal cavity.

He was startled and was about to cast a spell to defend himself when suddenly the four spirits of his body—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and the Yellow Court—operated on their own. An invisible spiritual wave that guarded righteousness and warded off evil, protecting the body's organs, surged out and instantly obliterated the strange energy.

"Ugh!" The curse was cleanly and decisively broken. The girl felt dizzy and lightheaded from the backlash of the spell, and her smug expression changed drastically.

"you……!"

"Stop 'you' and 'me'! Go get some cold water to rinse it off!" Zhu Mingyao's face turned cold, and he glared at the other person.

Even the cutest kitten will get a spanking if it scratches someone. Cursing someone at the slightest provocation, even if it's just a prank, is still a sign of poor manners.

He's not the kind of guy who'll blindly tolerate any pretty girl he sees.

The girl in the red dress was stunned when she heard this, and then she felt a warmth in her nose. Two warm, sweet liquids dripped down and ran down her red lips.

She stuck out her small, fragrant tongue and licked it. Realizing what it was, she quickly pinched her nose, then with a mournful face, she turned and ran away, hunched over like a lobster.

Seeing the girl bending over and crossing her legs as she ran away, looking comical as if she was worried about her nosebleed dripping onto her skirt, Bai Ziyuan's frustration vanished. She gave her best friend a thumbs up and burst into laughter.

"Zoe, someone's bullying me! Come out and help me beat up these two bad boys..."

Seeing this, Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but chuckle. Hearing the faint cries of the girl coming from the hotel, he shook his head and waved to Bai Ziyuan.

"Go inside and have a proper chat with them. We can't really have a real-life fight right outside the hotel."

……

……

While a magical teen soap opera unfolded in front of a sun-drenched hotel above ground, a less-than-friendly meeting had just ended in a deep, secure basement.

Seemingly parched from the previous barrage of words, Los Angeles Special Investigations Director Davis waved his hand, instructing his silver-haired assistant to replace the coffee with black tea.

Ignoring the fact that the tea was still slightly hot, he gulped down two mouthfuls, exhaled a long breath of hot air, and then continued the previous topic:

"I think everyone sitting here today is a good person, and they all know what to do to better serve our common interests in the future."

"I must admit that what you said was very pleasing to the ear..."

But what Frank, the newly appointed deputy chief of staff in New York, said to us seemed much more appealing.

A husky, sexy, and feminine female voice came from the side.

The owner of the voice removed her black lace gloves, lifted her veil to reveal the face of a middle-aged woman who still retained her charm. She brought the small, exquisite bone china coffee cup to her lips and took a sip.

"Then why don't we seek cooperation with him? Right now, it seems he's closer to the Director-General's seat than you are, isn't he?"

Ha! Davis's lips curled up, and the deep nasolabial folds on his face twitched as a result.

"If verbal skills and political maneuvering are also considered extraordinary powers, then Frank Wood could probably be at least a fourth-tier [Staff Bearer] or even a fifth-tier [Crown Bearer]."

Even the witches, renowned for their beauty and wisdom, were seduced by his sweet talk and turned against him.

His tone was full of sarcasm, both directed at his colleague thousands of miles away and at the woman with gleaming eyes before him.

Trying to bargain with Frank, what a cunning and greedy woman! You'll die because of this sooner or later!

But this is just right...

He muttered a curse under his breath, then raised his chin and said dismissively:

"Mrs. Fiona, as intelligent as you are, do you really believe that politician's nonsense?"

What makes a bureaucrat with no connections in the supernatural world have the means to fulfill his promise?

"As for taking over as director of the Federal Special Investigations Bureau, heh." Davis shook his head dismissively.

"He has a much better chance of getting into the White House than this. Those guys who put him in there probably really think that Director Maxwell is as idiotic as the rumors suggest!"

That was a veteran who had survived decades of the Cold War's bloodshed and turmoil; the only surviving member of the Special Investigations Bureau's first batch of one hundred agents, Agent 86!

Thump! Davis slammed the teacup down on the table, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. The powerful aura he unleashed in an instant made the several extraordinary experts present turn their heads slightly.

Their imposing manner vanished almost immediately, but their expressions became noticeably more serious.

"The upcoming series of cooperation plans were formulated jointly by the Director General and us. No external factors should be allowed to interfere. If any party wants to withdraw temporarily, then so be it!"

Looking around and noticing the somewhat gloomy expressions on the faces of the leaders of various organizations, the black-haired veteran agent promptly offered the sweet treat he had prepared long ago.