For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

"What are those people who organized the 'Chamber of Commerce' up to? They didn't even come to greet you. These Southeast Asian monkeys really don't know any manners."

The black bodyguard's voice carried a hint of disdain.

"casual."

The man said this, but his eyes were cold.

He naturally felt that the other party was somewhat lacking in manners, but he was too lazy to show it.

"……Walk."

The man took a step forward.

Suddenly, a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

Everything around was so quiet that it felt like we had arrived at the top floor of the hotel, as if we had entered another area.

The corridor was completely silent.

Complete silence.

The lights were bright, yet they accentuated the eerie silence.

He felt a strange sense of unease.

slap... slap...

Stepping onto the carpet, the group walked through the corridor and arrived at the door of a conference room. The black bodyguard had just pushed open the door when he froze in place.

The conference room was a large room decorated in brown, with brown sofas, tables, chairs, wall lamps, and wallpaper, and a long conference table in the center.

On either side of the rectangular conference table were men and women slumped in their chairs.

The man and his black bodyguard, Moka, were surprised to find a figure standing at the far end of the conference table, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"...I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The figure, who had seemed to be admiring the night view, slowly turned his head, holding a lamp in his right hand.

It was an old-fashioned lamp in the shape of a kerosene lamp, with a blue flame burning inside the glass cover, the blue light enveloping most of the conference room.

"Mr. Divins, Thailand Regional Manager of Manticol Company."

Luo Feng turned around leisurely, looking at Divins and the black bodyguard Moka with a scrutinizing gaze, a mysterious smile on his face.

"I originally just came here to deal with the 'organization's' base in Bangkok, but I didn't expect to catch such a big fish."

In front of Devins and his bodyguards, he gave the impression that he was the master of the place and the host of the meeting!

In that instant, the black bodyguard Moka swiftly drew his pistol from his waist, and the other three bodyguards also raised their guns and pointed them forward.

But at this moment, the blue flame of the oil lamp that Luo Feng was holding suddenly exploded.

A burst of bright light exploded.

The black man, Moka, let out a strange cry. He endured the blinding light, drew his gun, and fired several shots at Luo Feng's position.

His marksmanship was professionally trained; even if he were suddenly exposed to bright light, he could still hit the target with his eyes closed.

At the very moment Moka fired his gun, the other three bodyguards also pulled their triggers repeatedly, firing their weapons with all their might.

The bullet flew out, whizzing through the air, and the glass of the French windows shattered with a crash, but it didn't feel like it hit the target.

"Damn it!"

The Black bodyguard fought back tears and desperately opened his eyes.

"Huh? Where did they go?!"

Suddenly, he was surprised to find that the figure that had been standing behind the conference table had vanished.

"Wait...where is Mr. Dickens?"

Behind him, one of his bodyguards cried out in horror. Only then did the four of them realize that Devins, who had been standing next to them, had vanished without a trace.

"And where are the people in the conference room?"

They looked around, their scalps tingling. The conference room on the top floor of the hotel was empty. Apart from the four bodyguards present, the unconscious men and women at the long table had also disappeared.

"What...what happened?"

This bizarre scene made one of the bodyguards look horrified. He was halfway through his sentence when a muffled thud came from somewhere, like a heavy object hitting the ground.

Pfft!

The three companions turned their heads, blood splattering all over them. Moka and the other two stared in horror at the pool of rotting flesh on the ground.

That was the same bodyguard from before; he seemed to have been squeezed into a meat patty like tomato sauce by some enormous force.

The three of them stared in disbelief, their mouths agape in an "O" shape, all with blank, vacant expressions.

"escape!"

Moka snapped out of his daze, yelled, and rolled to the right to create distance.

He didn't know exactly what had happened, but his instinct made him try to escape. However, as soon as he moved, there was another muffled thud beside him, and another bodyguard was squeezed by the enormous force and exploded into a bloody pulp.

One of his arms escaped injury, flying out and landing behind the black man, Moka.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

The black bodyguard went berserk, cursing loudly while raising his pistol and firing wildly in all directions.

Bullets flew in all directions, hitting his last companion, who screamed and fell to the ground.

Moka, a Black man, had bloodshot eyes.

huh... huh... huh...

He was breathing heavily, his face flushed, and he seemed to be experiencing shortness of breath due to lack of oxygen.

"What... what is this...?"

The burly black man gripped the gun tightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings, pointing the muzzle at the empty space.

I can sense someone nearby... but why can't I see them...?

For some reason, Moka, a Black man, felt that something was seriously wrong with his senses.

His consciousness could sense that there were people there.

However, there was nothing in my field of vision; it seemed to be a distortion caused by a misalignment of my own senses.

A cold wind kept blowing in through the broken French windows, as if someone was crying and howling.

Moka, a black man, was in this strange and inexplicable environment, and everything around him terrified him to the extreme.

Okay, that's enough for now.

An unfamiliar voice came from the black man's ear, and the next second, his consciousness sank into eternal darkness.

……

……

Luo Feng slowly pulled his right hand away from the head of the black man, Moka.

The black bodyguard sat blankly in the chair. The next moment, his head tilted to the side, and he died completely. Even his soul was extracted and merged into the cursed lamp, a type of Gu artifact.

He was the last bodyguard to die. Before the black man, his three companions sat in their chairs, their eyes wide and their mouths agape.

Everyone was dead. The hall of the conference room was filled with motionless corpses. The organization's base in Bangkok, along with all the cadres in the relevant departments, were all wiped out.

On the other hand, after absorbing the souls of many people, this blue flame gradually transformed into a distorted human face.

The face in the lamp, with its empty eyes, slightly parted lips, and indifferent expression, was ignited by flames that absorbed living souls.

At the same time, wisps of black smoke began to rise from the face's eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth.

Luo Feng remained expressionless. He took a deep breath and inhaled the smoke into his nostrils, absorbing the memories of the living soul.

"What...what exactly are you!?"

Devins was deathly pale, devoid of any color. In his eyes, the young man in the baseball cap was clearly the embodiment of the devil.

Unlike the other bodyguards, he witnessed what happened tonight. Before the black man, Moka, and the bodyguards opened fire, the blue light from the flame of the Cursed Lamp enveloped them.

Immediately after that flash of light, everyone present was bound by an invisible force.

Devons discovered that he had lost a period of his memory, a very brief period of it, but when he woke up, he found himself sitting in a chair with four other people.

Luo Feng used some unknown method to kill the black man Moka and the others one by one. With each death, the flame of the oil lamp would flicker eerily, as if it were growing a little stronger.

"Are you... are you a demon?"

He murmured to himself.

"No, I am a human being."

Luo Feng laughed, his eyes reflecting blue flames.

"Mr. Dickens, don't forget that people can kill like this too."

His voice carried an indescribable wickedness.

"You...you're using methods that aren't even human."

"And why don't you kill me?" Devins asked in terror.

"You're a big fish, it would be such a waste for you to die like this."

Luo Feng sat down in the chair next to him, facing him. He crossed his legs and spoke with a hint of smugness.

"I originally only intended to destroy the organization's base in Bangkok... The Chamber of Commerce is like a centipede with branches all over Southeast Asia. Even if all the lower-level members are killed, they can reorganize."

He laughed and said, "However, eliminating mid-level cadres is enough to throw the organization into chaos in a short time. I have taken down the two major strongholds in Chiang Mai and Bangkok, and the remaining situation is a complete mess."

Luo Feng extracted the relevant memories from the souls of the organization members in Chiang Mai, and after arriving in Bangkok, he accurately located a "chamber of commerce" member at the cadre level.

He displayed his power, stormed into the other party's home, and then, by gathering his men, killed all the other cadres who had come to the hotel for a meeting.

Finally, upon learning that the Thai regional manager of Manticol Company was also in Bangkok, he immediately set out to capture this person.

"Mr. Dickens, we are all civilized people, why don't we make a deal..."

Luo Feng calmly said, "Do you want to work for me and become my subordinate? If you agree, I can not only spare your life, but also help you take control of the entire Manticol Company... According to some intelligence I have, your position in the company and the Schneider family is not secure."

He slowly seduced Devons with a devilish tone.

"Come to me, and I can give you more than you have now!"