American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 104 The Lucky One Who Had a Pile of Luck

Inside the flea market.

Tabitha walked down the stairs and stretched her somewhat stiff body.

Her experience of being seriously injured and hospitalized left her with limited mobility, but she was still more than capable of dealing with a group of thugs.

She lifted the tarpaulin, bent down, and crawled inside, scanning her surroundings with sharp eyes.

Her leather jacket and high ponytail made her stand out in the flea market full of homeless children, attracting countless eyes.

"Hey you!"

The young black man boxing in the center turned around, saw a sexy woman, and grinned.

"Would you like to feel my warm embrace?"

"Are you the boss here?"

Tabitha became interested and blatantly looked her up and down.

Her favorite thing was having these big guys kneel at her feet.

"Isn't this obvious?"

"I'm Jamal, the troublemaker under the penguins—that's my uncle!"

Jamal took off his nearly marinated boxing gloves, flexed his muscles, and threatened, "So, have you thought it through, little girl?"

He thought his muscular physique had captivated women and was feeling quite pleased with himself.

"But I heard that the previous leader was named Peter."

"Peter? That white coward? He doesn't deserve to be a boss. If it weren't for him..."

Jamal instinctively clenched his fists, but then suddenly realized what he'd said and said in a low voice, "You were sent by that blond kid, weren't you? That guy's a coward too, all he does is send people!"

"Listen, you've really pissed me off. When I see that coward in person, I'll rip his clothes off and stuff them in..."

Whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

The slender whip instantly wrapped around Jamal's neck.

Tabitha gripped the whip handle tightly and yanked it sharply.

"Well!!!"

Jamal gripped the whip tightly with both hands, his face turning purplish-red.

Tabitha remained motionless, staring at his contorted face. Instead of feeling pleased, she frowned.

What am I doing?

Why did she feel a little annoyed when this person called Dior a coward?

She should be happy—it's good that the blond bastard is dead.

But the body moves faster than the brain; before he could react, his whip had already been lashed out.

Tabitha blinked, hesitated for a few seconds, and then simply gave up on thinking about it.

Anyway, since we've already fought, what's done is done.

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration, Jamal managed to break free a crack in the air and screamed hoarsely, "Is! Quick! This bitch is strangling me!"

In the corner, a thin young man hugged an iron cage, his face full of hesitation: "But boss... I'm not sure!"

"hurry up!"

Jamal's neck tightened even more, veins bulging. "Hurry up! I'm being strangled! Is, use your family's secret trick! I'll give you a thousand bucks!"

"Ah! Got it!"

"You can do it, Is! You can do it!!!"

Is growled to bolster his courage, and reached into the cage to pull out a small, jet-black kitten.

The kitten struggled fiercely, and its pitiful cries moved everyone around it.

"Damn it, Is is going to pull that evil ritual he inherited from his ancestors again!"

"Should we run away this time?"

"Of course, who knows if it's true or not."

"What if this idiot gets us killed too?"

The sounds around her woke Tabitha; she loosened her whip and turned to look.

The next second, a piercing scream exploded from inside the tent.

"Meow~!!!"

Tabitha had seen many pitiful cat cries; the Order of St. Dumas often resorted to sacrifices as well.

But this time it's different!

"Damn it! These lunatics! Could they really have succeeded?!"

A chill ran down her spine, and her instincts, honed over years of training, began to scream.

There are magicians in the Order of St. Dumas, and she has also studied occultism.

In the mysticism, cats are considered creatures capable of traveling between the two worlds, and many rituals for going to hell rely on the presence of cats.

If that guy sacrificed the cat, then things are in trouble.

This will greatly increase the success rate of the ceremony!

The good news is that Heaven and Hell have an agreement: demons and angels cannot descend to the mortal realm, but they can possess mortals.

Before Tabitha could think further, a strong smell of sulfur hit her.

"ah!!!"

Inside the tent, Is let out a painful howl.

"No!"

"Oh my God! Run!"

The people around finally realized what was happening.

They screamed and shoved as they surged toward the entrance.

Chairs overturned, goods were scattered all over the ground, and someone fell down and was stepped on to get up.

Fear spread like a plague; no one knew what they were afraid of, but everyone was running.

Tabitha saw the tent flap being torn open from the inside, and a black, hairy, scarred paw reached out.

"It actually succeeded? What kind of incredible luck is this?"

Tabitha had no time to hesitate, and saw that the exit was completely blocked by the crowd.

She quickly ran to the support column and climbed up using both her hands and feet.

After climbing onto the beam, she covered her mouth tightly and held her breath.

Is, no, the dog demon, squeezed out of the tent.

It possessed Is, forcibly altering his form and turning him into a half-human, half-dog monster:

Its body was lean and wiry, covered in black hair, with long, thin limbs, bloodshot eyes, and a drop of sticky saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth.

Its first target was Jamal, who had just been standing in front of it.

"roar!!!"

It pounced!

"ah!!!!"

Jamal's screams grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.

Tabitha's pupils contracted sharply. Taking a breath, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and blindly typed a text message.

She knew her new boss was special, possessing talents that ordinary people didn't have, and that he might be able to solve this problem.

Damn it, come save me quick!

Damn it, come save me quick!!

Tabitha then contacted other exorcists, but none of them replied to the message.

The starving dog demon below has already begun searching for its next target.

at the same time.

Dior took out his phone and looked at it, his face full of confusion.

What does it mean for a homeless child to successfully summon a demon using an old family heirloom book?

Is this still English?

I don't understand why they're put together like this.

He blinked, thought for a moment, and then dialed Rachel's number.

Rachel answered the phone very quickly.

Dior didn't waste any time; he hurried over there while asking the other person about the matter.

"What? You summoned a dog demon? Thank goodness your friend wasn't dragged into Limbo."

"You mean an ordinary person whose ancestors included exorcists could actually have a chance of summoning a dog demon?"

"Of course."

Rachel nodded, casually scooping up a spoonful of Häagen-Dazs: "But no one would be stupid enough to do that, and do you think magic is a difficult thing?"

"European rituals like Mary in the Mirror, Asian Ouija boards, and American midnight psychic practices—these are rituals that ordinary people can use!"

"But you don't need to worry too much. As long as your friend holds her breath, the demon won't be able to find her."

"Because they can't smell the scent of living people."

"Holding your breath?"

Dio, thinking of Tabitha's physical abilities, chuckled nonchalantly.

"She's trained; she should be able to last a few minutes. That's enough."

"Her? Your girlfriend?"

Rachel's tone suddenly turned cold, but Dio didn't notice.

"My men."

Dio was just looking for a demon to practice on, and now the Dog Demon has delivered himself to his doorstep.

"Let's talk another day."

He hung up the phone and quickly ran to the flea market.

Drop drop drop.