People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

"Scott?"

Suren frowned slightly. Who is this?

Seeing Suren's completely unfamiliar expression, Richard felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest.

Her only son went missing on East 9th Highway, with no trace of him, neither alive nor dead.

The guy he considered the prime suspect couldn't even remember his own son's name!

If it weren't for Mr. Armitage's strict prohibition against seeking revenge...

If it weren't for that damned web assassin who mysteriously disappeared after accepting the mission...

Richard was about to explode, but then, as if receiving some kind of command, his expression froze, and he forcefully suppressed his anger, saying:

"Mr. Suren, as a professional who has dealt with those things for many years, what is your opinion on demons...?"

"See with your eyes."

Suren's tone was indifferent.

"..."

Richard's breath hitched, and he gripped the sofa armrests tightly, barely suppressing the urge to draw his gun.

"Then let me put it another way."

Richard took a deep breath. "I wanted to ask, what's your opinion on demons integrating into human society?"

Before Suren could answer, he continued.

"Mr. Suren, the human body is too fragile, and life is too short. A disease or accident can take everything away."

"If... there were a way to help us overcome human weakness, gain eternal life and superhuman strength, and thereby establish a new order..."

"It sounds like the sales pitch used by a third-rate cult to scam people out of their life savings."

Suren gave a cold laugh.

These people went to great lengths to invite me over, but they didn't mention a word about the meteorite in the suburbs or the exorbitant compensation.

Instead, I'm here talking to him about my views on demons and evolution.

They just wanted to recruit him.

It seems that he was only able to be recruited and put on the table because his destructive power made them wary.

Suren glanced again at the camera in the corner.

However, the mastermind behind this was cautious, not even personally handling things like recruiting people.

What exactly are these people trying to do? Do they want to gain immortality through demons?

And then there are those slow-moving guests downstairs.

The information we can piece together right now is too fragmented, but one thing is certain: these people definitely have some shady dealings with the devil.

He needs to find out the truth to avoid being dragged into some trouble for no reason.

……

At the same time, at another heavily guarded private estate in Los Santos.

On the huge screen, the conversation between Richard and Suren was playing in real time.

Several men in suits stood in front of the screen.

"Richard's mind is in turmoil; he can't even control his emotions properly."

One of the men holding a whiskey shook his head. "Hatred has made him a fool."

"He was originally just a expendable tool to be tested."

The man sitting on the leather sofa spoke in a flat tone.

If Richard were here, he would surely recognize this as the very person in power who forbade him from seeking revenge against Suren.

Dean Armitage.

"But he seemed to look down on the ideas Richard proposed."

The man holding the wine glass frowned, his tone worried, "If he goes back and tells that person at the firm about what happened today..."

"How many times can that man stab us with the backup plans we've prepared?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze when that man was mentioned.

Armitage looked at Suren on the screen and said, "In a head-on confrontation, all of us combined couldn't withstand a single blow."

"But who said we should go and provoke him?"

Armitage continued, "As long as we're not foolish enough to forcibly open a gate to hell in Los Santos, that person won't interfere with the power transitions within human society."

"Then why did we go through all this trouble today, even sending Richard out to test Suren..."

"Because we don't understand Suren's character."

Armitage watched with a cold eye as Suren calmly walked away on the screen. "If he's a fool who acts without considering the consequences, like when he summoned the meteor a few days ago..."

"We might really provoke that person, and then our strategic plans will have to change."

He paused, then pressed the remote control in his hand.

The image on the screen began to rewind, freezing on the scene of Suren calmly observing the guests who seemed unusual in the restaurant.

And just now in the study, the way Suren inadvertently glanced at the camera.

"But as you've seen now, he not only noticed the anomalies in those defective products, but also astutely discovered the surveillance footage."

Armitage laughed. "Clearly, he's not only not a fool, but also a smart and suspicious man."

"Now that he's become suspicious, he'll definitely investigate the background of these defective products and the forces behind Charlie Chapman."

The man holding the wine glass seemed to understand something.

"Then let him investigate."

Armitage stood up, straightened his suit, and said with a deep look in his eyes, "The biggest weakness of intelligent people is that they have unwavering faith in their own judgment."

"Let him waste all his time on those investigations."

"When he unravels the mystery layer by layer, and finally finds his way back to us..."

"Our plan was already completed long ago."

"By then, even if he finds out everything, it will be too late."

……

A few hours later, the dinner ended.

Richard stood at the manor gate, a formulaic smile on his face, seeing the guests off one by one.

The smile on his face vanished the moment the last luxury car drove away from the manor.

The thought of Suren's arrogant attitude, completely disregarding him, made his anger surge uncontrollably.

But the other party's methods were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing his desire for revenge.

Richard strode back to his study, his anger and frustration intertwined, making everything he saw unpleasant. He grabbed an expensive ornament from the table and smashed it against the wall to vent his emotions.

After venting his anger, he suddenly realized that the huge study had become completely dark.

"Where did the housekeeper go? Why are the lights off?!"

Richard cursed angrily, but no one responded.

"Mr. Richard, there's no need to be so agitated."

In the darkness, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Who?!"

Richard's hair stood on end, and he quickly pressed the switch on the wall.

As the lights came on, he saw a moving black shadow lurking in the corner of the study, vaguely outlining a blurry human figure.

"demon?!"

Richard stared at the dark figure while slowly reaching for the edge of the desk and quietly pressing the alarm button.

The alarms immediately went off throughout the entire manor.

His face stiffened, and he cursed inwardly, "Damn it, which company made this piece of junk?!"

Isn't this blatantly forcing the other side to fight to the death?!

But Richard did not panic and planned to speak first to calm the other party down.

"What's wrong...?"

The shadowy figure suddenly spoke, interrupting him: "I'm actually quite interested in what you're talking about, this so-called evolution."

"We still have some time to enjoy ourselves before the police arrive."

"It's you?! Su..."

Richard's pupils contracted, and he instinctively reached for the pistol in the drawer.

But by the time he came to his senses, he had already been lifted up by a cold hand, preventing him from uttering his last word.

A few minutes later.

Suren stood in the messy study, looking at Richard, whose limbs had been broken.

But those few minutes felt like an eternity to Richard; the pain in his limbs nearly made the pampered man faint.

The piercing alarm continued to sound, but there was no sound of security personnel's footsteps or the door being broken down outside.

His mental defenses finally crumbled.

Just as Richard was about to breathe his last, he opened his mouth, preparing to utter a name.

His head suddenly swelled up, like a balloon being inflated.

Suren sensed the demonic power emanating from the other person's body, and his expression changed.

His figure blurred into a streak, smashing through the window and rushing out of the study.

"Bang!"

The sound of flesh exploding echoed behind them, and the blood splattered everywhere corroded the entire room.

The night wind howled, and Suren's figure appeared on a road outside the manor.

He looked at the police cars that had surrounded the manor in the distance, his face grim.

"I was careless."