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Inside the bronze door.

A hand with a dark red skin, resembling scorched lava, gracefully gripped the door frame, which had been violently bent by Xiu En.

"Thump, thump".

A figure wearing a smoldering red tie emerged from the black smoke.

He was nearly 2.5 meters tall, and a pair of gold-rimmed monocles even hung on his pair of backward-curving antelope horns.

He was carrying a briefcase and exuded an aura of damn sophistication.

"cough."

The demon gently covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to show his disgust.

He glanced around at the group of people whose faces were covered in mud.

"I am Balzaza, a first-class litigation agent of the Court of Ashes."

"Who is in charge here? Your rude digging just now has seriously violated our lord's territory rights."

"Old John, give me the calculator."

Shuen interrupted the opening chant of this Hell Elite.

He took the tablet computer that Old John tremblingly handed him.

The light emanating from him became even more dazzling and aggressive.

Xiu En pressed the calculator as if no one else was around, while poking at the steel wreckage covered in teeth marks with his finger.

But the light was gathering, and Xiu En seemed to be gathering strength?

"This is a custom-made high-hardness alloy drill bit, plus the lost wages due to the work stoppage caused by the monster invasion, the mental anguish compensation for the Black Gold Flower employees, and the cleaning fee for the saliva of your hellish specialty that got on my shoes just now..."

He finally raised his head.

"Cheng Hui, since it's our first meeting, let me give you a discount, round it down, and make up the rest. I see you're quite busy, so how about 300,000 US dollars or the equivalent in souls? Oh no, metal currency will do."

Balzaza, a high-ranking demon who had spent hundreds of years in Hell, had seen more dead people than there were pebbles in the foundation of this place, but he had never seen anyone use extortion on a demon.

"Arrogant crawler!"

Even the most cultured devil cannot tolerate such an insult to his career.

The hellfire at the core of Balzaza's chest erupted without reservation!

"boom--"

A dark red hellfire erupted from his hand, heading straight for the incessantly radiant overseer.

He could even foresee the luminous object being burned to ashes.

Then he saw Xiu open his mouth.

The hellfire, powerful enough to melt gold and iron, was sucked into the monster with the appearance of a human without even turning a corner.

They even smacked their lips, seemingly wanting more.

"Tsk, it's a bit bitter. Like over-roasted, low-quality coffee beans."

Xiu En patted the front of his trench coat, where faint runes shimmered.

"And you're finished, bro. This kind of malicious emission of hazardous gases in a public place and assault on a law-abiding citizen is a felony in the Gotham Police Department. Your bail might go up now? Let me calculate."

Bill, who was standing nearby ready to fight at any moment, almost popped his eyes out of their sockets.

He suddenly realized that his life in the underworld was nothing but a game.

Look at them, even the demons of hell were fooled by their tricks.

The demon agent found it absurd.

He prepared to pull the Contracted Sword from the briefcase to teach the madman a lesson, but he made a fatal mistake: he ignored the other threats besides the luminous object.

That's enough.

Ivy was fed up with this kind of vulgar energy display.

Before Balzaza could react, the ground suddenly cracked open.

Four or five thick vines that had been waiting there beforehand shot out from the blind spot, instantly wrapping around the demon's wrists, ankles, and the burning briefcase.

Then the monster named Black Gold Man-Eating Flower bit down.

"Ugh!"

Balzaza was lifted into the air like a rag doll by a plant, and then slammed hard into the freshly mixed cement mixing tank in front of him.

"Damn it, there's no such breed in hell!"

"Gurgle..."

Xiu En watched the fiery red figure scramble back through the crack in the door, his strength nearly fully charged. The smile on his lips vanished, replaced by a look devoid of compassion.

"Trying to run away?"

He began to inhale.

"hiss!"

It's like a giant industrial vacuum cleaner or an airplane turbine engine starting up right next to your ear.

The dust around the construction site had just quieted down.

The smell of hellish sulfur floating in the air.

Even the fine iron filings in the surrounding soil.

All of them were drawn towards Xiu En's mouth and nose by this terrifying suction force.

His chest swelled up significantly.

A blinding light even shone through the trench coat.

Bill, who was closest, instinctively knelt down.

"Is...is he going to sing a tenor?"

Bill lay prone on the muddy ground, the Gotham Black Flag officer asking the foreman beside him in a trembling voice.

Old John had already buried himself behind a sandbag, with only his eyes showing: "Shut up! Cover your ears! If that's a hymn, it's the funeral kind!"

next second.

"roar--!!!"

A wave of pure white and dark gold energy erupted from Xiu En's mouth!

That's the metal element of Geng and Xin.

It governs the west, the autumn harvest, and the harshness of autumn.

In mythology, this signifies the end and decay of all things, and is the most essential embodiment of war and cavalry.

On a physical level, this is a metal storm.

Wherever that golden energy passed, everything that defied its rules was shattered.

The hellfire that overflowed from the crack in the door vanished instantly, like graffiti erased by an eraser. The bronze door panel let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, but it didn't even have time to crack before the force forcibly poured in.

The gates of hell now shone with a light that was both sacred and cruel, almost too bright to look at directly.

Even though there was a barrier between world dimensions, everyone present seemed to be able to sense the tragedy unfolding inside.

The faint red, hellish light that peeked through the crack in the door quickly faded under the onslaught of this domineering golden aura.

The pervasive sulfurous stench was replaced by a chilling atmosphere in the blink of an eye.

"No! No, no, no! I am protected by the court... Ah!! My horn!! My contract!!"

Balzaza's voice came from the abyss-like underground, filled with terror and despair, but it was quickly drowned out by a more intense series of clanging sounds.

That was the sound of metal energy ejecting, strangling, and cutting all soft tissue into basic particles within a confined space.

It lasted for about fifteen seconds.

Xiu Encai stopped as if he was short of breath. His last breath turned into a few golden sparks that shot onto the door, directly scalding and distorting the ancient runes there until they disappeared.

The bronze gate is now sealed tightly.

Perfectly fitted in the literal sense.

Due to the high temperature and pressure, coupled with the forceful forging by the metal energy, the edges of the two door panels have completely fused together, as if they had been welded together by God himself with a welding torch.

There wasn't a trace of hellish atmosphere left on the door.

The black-gold carnivorous flower tentatively extended a tentacle to poke at the door, but was immediately scalded by the lingering heat of Geng and Xin on the door, and let out a pitiful whimper.

"Tsk, cough cough."

Xiu En straightened up, coughed twice, and rubbed his slightly sore chest.

"My lung capacity is still a bit lacking, and it still hurts too much."

"Advisor... sir?"

Old John raised one hand shakily, like a primary school student asking a question in class.

"Was that... also one of your demolition techniques?"

Xiu En turned around, the golden glow on his face slowly fading, returning to his normal human skin color.

He straightened the collar of his trench coat, putting on a convincing face.

"Of course. That's a new type of high-pressure airflow rust removal process. Look!"

He pointed to the door that now looked gleaming with gold.

"Now it doesn't rust anymore, and it doesn't spew out dirty stuff. That's the quality of the project."

Ivy ignored his conning face. Seeing his pale face, she knew his lungs were hurting again. She handed him a piece of chocolate. Xiu En unwrapped the foil and threw it into his mouth, adding indistinctly, "Hang this big guy up here! If any representative of hell dares to come and collect tolls for this land again, just call me. It's okay."