People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

A few days later, at the hospital.

The ward always smells of disinfectant.

Despite his strong and robust physique, the smell still stirred a sense of resistance within him.

"How is your recovery going?"

Suren pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Constantine, who was lying on the hospital bed half-dead with several IV tubes inserted into his body.

"It's alright, I won't die."

Constantine coughed twice, looking at Suren who had come empty-handed. "Is this how you visit a patient who ended up in the ICU trying to help you?"

Seeing that Suren didn't react to his complaints, he continued, "What the hell was that meteorite you summoned that day?"

"I swear, I've dealt with all sorts of demons my whole life, this... is just too much."

He summoned a meteorite to kill the demon, a method that completely overturned his understanding of exorcism.

If Suren had used weapons for physical exorcism before, he could at least imitate her, but summoning a meteorite was such an absurd operation...

Even if he were to worship God, he couldn't learn it.

"In our line of work, the worst thing is to have too few methods."

Suren waved her hand, not wanting to talk too much about this topic that had emptied her family's coffers.

"Get some rest and get discharged from the hospital as soon as possible. We need to take care of Angela, that policewoman."

He is very poor now.

If it weren't for that ten million US dollars, and the fact that he was counting on Constantine, an expert, to clean up the mess, he wouldn't have bothered coming to the hospital to visit the other party.

When a man looks at another man, it always gives him a feeling of being a man on top of another man.

Upon hearing Suren's words, Constantine rolled over and cursed, "Even the demons in hell know more about human relationships than you."

Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open.

At midnight, Old Man walked in wearing a dark purple suit.

He glanced at Constantine on the hospital bed and said coldly, "Remember to transfer the medical expenses you paid in advance to me when you're fully recovered. I'm not running a charity here."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Suren.

Although he didn't speak, the meaning conveyed in his eyes was crystal clear.

Suren's face stiffened, feeling a little embarrassed.

He had just beaten up the other party not long ago, and now he owed the other party a debt, so he felt somewhat guilty.

"That five million... I'll owe you for a few days."

A few days ago, in order to deal with Valak, Suren spent a lot of money to hire this black wizard to set up a magic circle.

But who could have imagined that Valack's recovery ability would exceed expectations?

Left with no other choice, he had to use the [Hat of Faust] to forcibly summon a meteorite to crash down.

This devastating blow smashed through his bank card.

This has resulted in him still not being able to raise the agreed-upon five million yuan in service fees.

Old Man Midnight's eyes instantly darkened.

In the days that followed, he did not receive any transfers and had a bad feeling, which is why he came to find Suren.

"What do you take my rules for?"

For a businessman, never extending credit is his bottom line for establishing himself in society.

But after saying that, Midnight Old Man recalled the other party's posture of summoning meteorites with his bare hands.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his dissatisfaction.

When faced with such an unpredictable and ruthless character, confronting them head-on to collect debts is absolutely the most foolish approach.

"Forget it, it's okay if I don't have the money. I'll just consider it a long-term investment."

He then changed the subject and revealed his true purpose for coming to see Suren today.

"There's a private dinner party in a few days, would you like to attend?"

Seeing that Suren frowned slightly, seemingly uninterested, he added at the opportune moment, "The guests present are all quite extraordinary."

"Most of them are high-ranking officials in Los Santos' political and business circles. Since you're short on cash right now, there might be suitable business opportunities for you there."

"..."

Suren initially wanted to refuse, but then he suddenly remembered the words Valak had spoken when he was first summoned to the human world—

"Human... have you finally found the body I'm to incarnate in?"

Combined with the technological equipment previously found on the ancient ogres and around Yutun, this leads to further findings.

He suddenly changed his mind.

Since both demons and angels lurk among humans, vying for their souls, there must be many politicians among them who secretly collude with them for personal gain.

He wanted to investigate the background of these businessmen and see what these people hiding behind the scenes were plotting.

"Time and place."

……

Evening, downtown Los Santos.

A group of drunken thugs, grinning wickedly, cornered a ragged passerby in a dead end.

Suddenly, a black venomous snake darted out from the shadows and tightly coiled around the body of one of the thugs.

"Fuck! What the hell is this thing?!"

The venomous snake that was coiled around his body suddenly tightened, and with a cracking sound, the thug let out a scream before falling silent.

The sudden turn of events left the remaining companions terrified.

They quickly kicked aside passersby, drew their weapons, and looked in horror at the shadow from which the venomous snake had emerged:

"Who's playing tricks there? Come out here!"

"You guys are really lucky; you get to try out my new toy."

Suren slowly emerged from the darkness.

A hood covered half of his face, and he wore a black robe from which a dark mist flowed.

From the perspective of the thugs, just a couple of glances at that black robe would make them feel dizzy.

It's like a miniature black hole, constantly absorbing the surrounding light, making it impossible to pinpoint its owner's true location.

The thugs exchanged glances. Although the thing gave them the creeps, under the influence of alcohol, nothing was truly frightening.

One of the thugs pulled out a folding knife from behind his back and threw it toward Suren's chest.

Suren stood motionless, as if he were frozen in fear.

The thug's eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the throwing knife about to hit its target.

"Bang!"

But then a scene that sent chills down their spines unfolded.

The throwing knife actually pierced through Suren's figure and crashed into the wall behind him.

Suren, who was attacked, rippled like water before dissipating into a cloud of black mist.

"Where are you looking, buddy?"

A cold voice came from behind them.

The thugs turned around in a panic and looked at Suren.

Suren stretched out his hand towards the heads of the group, and several thick, venomous snakes sprang from his arm like springs.

The next second, his figure vanished from his original spot and instantly appeared above the group, with two short blades in his hands.

One scream after another echoed through the alley.

A few seconds later, Suren sheathed his twin blades and stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground.

The shadow robe he wore quickly transformed into black mist, shrinking and coiling around his right arm to form a lifelike snake tattoo.

He glanced at the tattoo on his arm with satisfaction; the two bloody holes at the base of his thumb had already healed.

This is a magical artifact transformed from the demon god Valak.

Suren gave this new weapon, which combines support and attack, a rather fitting name—

【Valak】.

The initial form of this magical artifact was a short, thin, black venomous snake.

The moment Suren picked it up, it quickly wrapped around his forearm, turning into a tattoo.

Once Suren infuses it with magic, the tattoo will come to life.

The snake's head, located in the tiger's mouth area, would detach from the skin, stand up, bite down, and inject the cold venom into Suren's body.

Valak was killed by a meteorite, and his soul did not submit even in death, filled with resentment and bitterness.

Therefore, the only way Suren could try to retaliate against the person who controlled it was by using this method each time he used it.

However, for Suren, who possesses Spartan blood, the greatest discomfort from this toxin is that the moment he is bitten, it feels like being pricked by a needle.

Toxins and such are just extra food.

Valack's function is very simple.

The first type is the auxiliary form.

When used, it will conjure a black robe made of darkness on Suren's body.

The black robe can not only absorb and refract surrounding light, but also blur the vision of enemies and the detection of surveillance cameras.

When Suren uses the [Trickster] skill to dash forward or quickly move, the black-robed figure will leave an afterimage that is difficult to distinguish from the real one.

During this time, his body will gain a brief stealth effect, which can be used to quickly approach enemies.

Another form is the attack form that was just shown.

The tattoo on his right arm can transform into a physical venomous snake and shoot forward.

If it hits an enemy, the venomous snake will tightly coil around it, constantly tightening its grip while biting and injecting venom.

If the attack misses, the venomous snake will serve as an anchor point, and Suren can choose to blink to the apex of the snake or disperse it.

Just then, Suren's phone vibrated in his pocket.

Upon opening it, I found a message from my father at midnight.

The banquet is about to begin.