From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

"Who are you!"

Zhao Guizhen, with his hands behind his back, smiled and said, "I am Zhao Guizhen. I once studied under the Shangqing School of Maoshan, and now I cultivate under my master at the Zhenxian Temple."

"This is the New York you run, Mrs. Gao. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to cause trouble on our turf," Murakami sneered.

"Be careful, something's off about his demeanor." Madam Gao keenly sensed that the aura emanating from Zhao Guizhen was extremely dangerous.

Even though they were ruthless killers, standing in front of Zhao Guizhen always gave off a chilling feeling.

It felt like being watched by a sinister, venomous snake.

Moreover, when Zhao Guizhen looked at them, his eyes revealed a very clear sense of disdain.

Murakami, being the most proud of the five, naturally couldn't stand Zhao Guizhen's contemptuous gaze.

He scoffed, "Let me see what you're really made of!"

The other four simply watched as Murakami charged forward, assuming a fighting stance, but showed no intention of helping.

Although the five are nominally leaders of the Hand, their connections are not as close as others might imagine.

They saw the villager's reckless behavior as a way to test Zhao Guizhen's true nature, and were happy to see it happen.

Murakami moved with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, several shuriken flew towards Zhao Guizhen.

Zhao Guizhen neither dodged nor avoided the sword that shot towards him.

"I hit it!" Murakami's smile, which had just begun to rise, vanished in an instant. "How is this possible?!"

Zhao Guizhen was enveloped in a pale red color, and a string of Five Emperors' Coins on his chest shimmered slightly.

"A protective artifact! This guy actually has a protective artifact!" Madam Gao couldn't help but widen her eyes. In Kunlun, which has been passed down for thousands of years, Lei Gong also has several treasures that he regards as his life and fortune, and their value is self-evident.

Unexpectedly, this person also possessed it. Could it have been bestowed by the person this person referred to as "my lord"?

That's quite a big deal!

"Now it's my turn." Zhao Guizhen's face was gloomy. Several yellow paper talismans with red characters flew out from his sleeves and transformed into five black humanoid figures that flew towards the village.

The Five Mighty Warriors of Shangqing Mountain!

However, this is not the true power of the Five Warriors of Shangqing in Maoshan. When they cultivate to the point of mastery, the Five Warriors will reveal different attributes.

But that's enough to deal with a mere villager!

In a single exchange, Murakami's bones were broken, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he was only one step away from death.

"Useless. If I weren't short of a few people to get things done, I really wouldn't want to bother with you." Zhao Guizhen waved his hand casually. "Gui."

The five warriors immediately transformed back into talismans and returned to Zhao Guizhen's sleeve.

Everyone stared in horror at the dying Uemura lying on the ground.

"You'll get a lot of credit for helping me with my affairs. Helping someone become an immortal is a great merit!" Zhao Guizhen sneered. The phantom behind him solidified, with long hair covering his face, and he babbled in a pitiful and melodious voice, full of resentment.

The sight was chilling.

"No, we will certainly obey your orders."

The four men's ability to change their allegiance to the wind was unparalleled. Seeing that Murakami had almost been killed in a single encounter, they immediately knelt down and swore allegiance.

Zhao Guizhen nodded in satisfaction: "Next, I'm going to give you a task: help me find the Human Demon."

Madam Gao asked doubtfully, "A human demon?"

"The so-called human demon is..."

Stark vomited everything up, slumped back in his chair, and said weakly, "I never want to eat sticky rice fried rice again!"

"What did he say?" Ayou and Constantine asked, smoking together.

Constantine laughed and said, "He said your fried rice was so delicious that he wanted more."

"Inducing vomiting is bad for your stomach, can you translate that for me?" Ayou took a sip and then said, "What did you call me here to do this time?"

Constantine began, "It's a curse from your East, spreading in America through some medium, and he's one of the infected."

"Do you want me to lift the curse on him?" Ayou asked, looking at Stark and saying, "His forehead is dark, but his features are bright. Although he is facing disaster, it is a calamity he is destined to face."

"What is meant by 'being destined for tribulation'?" Stark asked.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Ayou asked, frowning.

"I just spent a few minutes creating a translation software," Stark tapped his glasses. "Technology changes lives."

Constantine lit another cigarette: "Looks like I can't use information asymmetry to swindle this foreigner out of his money."

Ayou nodded: "Young friend, you are truly gifted."

Stark was already used to being praised and remained unmoved.

He briefly recounted the events to Ayou, emphasizing how Constantine transformed Chu Renmei from someone who needed a medium to kill into a curse capable of killing at will.

Ayou glanced thoughtfully at Constantine.

"Hehe, I forgot to tell you earlier."

Before Constantine could finish speaking, Ayou pounced on him and started beating him mercilessly.

"Get your shovel!"

Constantine covered his face with his hands: "Don't hit my face! I make a living with my looks!"

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me this important information? Are you trying to kill me?!"

Seeing that Ah You was hitting harder and harder, Habi immediately pulled Ah You back.

"Never mind, never mind."

Constantine stood up and shook his coat. "Can the medical expenses be reimbursed?"

"Fuck you!" Ayou said angrily in English, then said, "Take me to see the cursed medium in your hand."

it is good.

The group arrived at Tony Stark's laboratory.

"Didn't they say the curse had broken free of its medium and could kill without regard for the rules?" Constantine chuckled, rubbing his face. "What's the point of having that medium then?"

Ayou glanced at Constantine: "Get lost."

Constantine shrugged, and Stark asked with an inquisitive look, "I'd like to know too."

Upon hearing Stark speak, Ayou said, "A curse has a cause and a carrier. The failure of the curse medium does not mean that the curse can be separated from the carrier. As long as I find the carrier, I can completely seal the curse."

To accurately locate the carrier, if the curse cannot be found, it is necessary to use an item containing the power of the curse.

The curse medium is the best tool.

"I see," Stark nodded, immediately becoming interested. "So the curse does indeed contain some kind of unrecognized energy."

He opened the safe where the experimental materials were stored, and the place where the curse medium had been stored was empty.

"Fuck! Who took it?!" Stark's eyes widened. "I definitely put it here! Jarvis..."

"gentlemen."

"Who has come in since I left?"

"I'm sorry, sir, the power supply and temporary power were interrupted this afternoon, and the outage lasted for about one minute."

Stark immediately realized what was happening: "Those bastards from S.H.I.E.L.D.! They're stealing citizens' assets!"

"The curse medium was stolen?" Ayou frowned.

"Don't worry, I was prepared," Stark said confidently. "Jarvis, bring me my backup!"

"OK."