People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 109 The Witches' Gathering

Inside an abandoned factory in downtown Los Santos.

The dim candlelight flickered, and at midnight, the old man sat cross-legged on the animal skin, meditating with his eyes closed.

In front of him, dozens of believers also had their eyes closed, their hands forming strange voodoo hand seals.

Footsteps approached, and all the believers opened their eyes simultaneously, looking towards the doorway.

When they saw the newcomer's appearance, a hint of fear flashed in their fierce eyes.

They still vividly remember the last time this uninvited guest barged in and single-handedly blew Old Man Midnight's head off.

At midnight, Old Man slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at Suren's striking silver-white hair and his eyelids twitched.

He was a firsthand witness to the catastrophe that struck the mental hospital, a disaster that affected both heaven and hell.

Looking at the instigator now, he just wants to stay as far away from him as possible, and ideally never have any contact with him in this lifetime.

"That's a pretty unique new hairstyle. Did you dye it yourself?"

Suppressing his unease, Old Man Midnight, now that this was his territory, had nowhere to run: "What are you doing here today?"

Suren walked up to Old Man Midnight, casually kicked one of the believers aside, and sat down: "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to cause trouble today."

"Are they here to pay back the money?"

Midnight Old Man snorted coldly and gripped the voodoo staff in his hand tightly.

"Put this on your tab; you won't get away with it."

Suren cut to the chase, "I came today to ask you if you have any fortune-telling experts here?"

Old Man Midnight stared at Suren for a long time, trying to determine whether this troublemaker had come to cause trouble or genuinely to ask questions.

After a moment, he said, "I can't do this, but I can recommend someone to you."

"Who?"

"Mary Laver, a self-proclaimed voodoo queen."

When the name was mentioned, there was a hint of barely perceptible apprehension in Midnight Old Man's tone.

"An old witch who has lived for hundreds of years, she is indeed quite skilled in black magic and divination."

He casually pulled a piece of white paper from the cloth bag beside him, wrote an address on it, and tossed it to Suren.

"There's a barbershop in New Orleans called Corner of Plenty; you can find her there."

"Does she have any rules or requirements?"

Suren put the card in his pocket. Dealing with this old monster of voodoo was something he had to be careful about.

Old Man Midnight didn't answer directly, but just sneered, "You'll find out when you get there."

The next day, Suren arrived at Los Santos International Airport early.

He left Carrie at the firm.

Although Carrie is not yet able to control the energy within her body, keeping her by Patty's side, with each of them looking out for each other, is enough to deal with some ordinary people.

Moreover, with Uncle Dante and Virgil both there, he had nothing to worry about.

Suren stood in the waiting hall, looking at the airport's huge glass wall.

He suddenly recalled the people he had met when he was preparing to board a plane last time.

"Judging by the time, those unlucky guys who were targeted by Death should be mostly dead by now."

Suren muttered to himself.

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Moreover, even if the plane malfunctions today and disintegrates at an altitude of 10,000 meters, he can still land safely.

Today is different from the past.

Upon entering the business class lounge, Suren found a seat and began to outline her next goals.

The first thing to do, naturally, was to go to New Orleans to find the Voodoo Queen and ask her to help find out who was in charge of that armed squad.

The second thing is to wait for Constantine's investigation.

The third thing is to take some time to contact Nicole and see if there's a chance to find her and have a custom-made magic tool made for me.

Just then, a woman dressed entirely in a black coat and wearing sunglasses caught his attention.

She crossed her legs gracefully, flipping through a fashion magazine, exuding an air of superiority.

Beside her was a young girl who looked somewhat flustered; she appeared to be a student.

Suren lingered on the two men for a few more seconds.

For some reason, he always felt that the woman wearing sunglasses seemed to have a strange energy fluctuation hidden in her body.

It was neither demonic power nor the divine aura of angels, but a far more ancient force.

The woman seemed to notice Suren's gaze; she looked up and glanced at Suren.

A charming smile curved her lips, and she extended her five fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, towards Suren, and gently waved them.

As the boarding announcement sounded, passengers began to board the plane one after another.

As Suren followed the flight attendant's directions to her seat, a familiar perfume scent wafted over.

The woman wearing sunglasses happened to be sitting right next to him.

"A coincidence? Or was it intentional?"

Suren glanced at her, but after the woman sat down, she took out a fashion magazine from her bag and started flipping through it, completely ignoring him.

He simply ignored it, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the plane to take off.

"Suren? That sounds like a very strange name."

After the plane smoothly entered cruising altitude, the woman next to me suddenly closed the magazine and spoke softly.

Suren opened her eyes and turned her head to look at her.

He wasn't surprised that the other person called him by name; he simply smiled and said, "You know me?"

"I don't know him."

The woman took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of alluring yet world-weary eyes. With a smile, she said, "We just met."

Looking at the face, Suren felt it looked strangely familiar.

The woman continued, "You don't look like someone from New Orleans. What are you doing there?"

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking questions?"

"That's what Su Lun replied."

Fiona chuckled and extended her right hand, which was gloved with black silk stockings: "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Fiona Good, the principal of Robbie Jox Distinguished Women's Academy."

Suren looked at the still charming face in front of her, and at the unique school name, and then thought about the strange power within her.

A witches' gathering?!

He was startled; no wonder the person in front of him looked familiar.

Fiona also has a secret identity as the Supreme Witch.

Only one Supreme Witch will be born in each generation.

Her name alone suggests that she is a symbol of power, not only leading the entire assembly but also protecting all the witches.

Suren quickly recalled the story of this academy in her mind.

A group of witches, vying for the title of the Supreme Witch, engage in various acts that harm their teammates.

Even this female headmistress, in her pursuit of immortality and to retain her title as the Supreme Witch, began to engage in infighting and harm her students.

Thinking of this, Suren couldn't help but purse his lips.

It was less a gathering of witches and more a gathering of gods and men.

Ever since Fiona introduced herself, she had been observing Suren's expression.

Seeing his pursed lips and disdainful expression, she felt a pang of displeasure.

A power emanated from her.

In that instant, Suren keenly sensed a hidden spiritual force trying to penetrate his brain and probe his thoughts.