Demigod Mage in America

Dean lay on the operating table as David treated him.

Wade was called back by David to continue running the bar, and now he's living the life of a bar owner.

Murphy signed a five-year lease for the bar, so at least he doesn't have to worry about too much during this time; he just needs to earn the rent.

As for Wade, after his discharge from the military, the army arranged a good job for him, driving long-haul trucks, with a monthly salary of around 7 before tax.

With this job, he quickly saved up a sum of money to settle down, which he originally planned to spend a wonderful time with his fiancée.

But now everything is destroyed, but fortunately he personally executed that beast and turned it into his weapon.

However, because of this incident, Wade gave up his job and chose to come here to be with his fiancée. He decided that he would never leave her side for the rest of his life.

Anyone who dares to lay a finger on her must die.

Unlike David, who was sweating profusely on the operating table, Ryan was drinking with Sam at the bar.

He looked at Sam with a strange smile: "You're quite skilled at impersonating a policeman, aren't you? Do you do it often?"

"No...no, it's just my first time..." Sam touched his nose, looking incredibly embarrassed.

Ryan chuckled, filled his glass to the brim, and pushed it towards the glass: "Try it, whiskey on the rocks."

Sam looked distressed and licked his lips several times, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say no.

He grabbed the cup, closed his eyes, and poured it into his mouth.

A glass of wine goes down the throat, and the spicy liquid instantly floods the body.

The liquid seemed to be divided into two layers: one layer was icy cold, while the other layer was scorching and agonizing.

Sam's pale face suddenly became rosy, and he felt his tongue was completely numb, and his throat felt like it had been burned by flames.

He covered his mouth and coughed, initially only softly, but later he couldn't hold back any longer, leaning against the bar and bending over to cough loudly.

The fluid inside the body was initially cool, but after this period of fermentation, it has been completely replaced by a burning sensation.

The boiling heat stimulated every inch of his body, causing Sam to constantly shed tears and snot.

Upon seeing this, a smile appeared on Ryan's lips.

You little rascal, trying to outsmart me.

Even someone who enjoys drinking would find it hard to handle such a sudden sip of this rye whiskey, let alone someone like him who doesn't seem to drink much.

Ryan was kind enough; otherwise, he wouldn't have served whiskey, but Moutai—53-degree Moutai.

If someone were to chug it down in one gulp, even a seasoned drinker, let alone a newbie like Sam, would find it unbearable.

You should know that even someone like Da Mao, who drinks water diluted with the water of life, would find Moutai refreshing if he downed it in one gulp.

Whether it tastes good or not is another matter, but at least the alcohol content is enough to make people suffer.

After Sam calmed down, Ryan finally asked, "What happened between you and your brother?"

In the brief exchange just now, he had already figured out the background of the two brothers.

Although he could obtain these things with magic by simply moving his fingers, Raine preferred to rely on his charm, or rather, to do it himself.

This action can be described as: having too much free time.

The two brothers are from Kansas. Their mother died in a fire when they were children, and their father mysteriously disappeared. They are now searching for their father.

Although their father is missing, he always leaves them clues, guiding them to hunt down the monsters in the darkness.

The methods of exorcism, such as making holy water, salt bombs, and exorcism spells, were also learned by Raine.

After investigating, he discovered that these methods of expulsion were so primitive, yet they were actually effective.

The holy water is purified water that has been blessed by a priest in Latin.

Raine discovered that these so-called holy waters contained a trace of light, which was why they could harm spirits.

The exorcism spell is very similar to a spell that Raine has mastered: banishment.

It can expel various creatures from the current plane and send them back to their home planet.

Regarding the two brothers' skills, Ryan commented that although they were primitive, they were indeed effective.

No, it should be said that it is very effective.

For an average person, these two are already quite capable.

Reinsam talked for a long time, and he gave himself a pseudonym: Constantine.

An exorcist who walks between light and darkness tells the two brothers that they can come to him if they ever encounter any difficulties.

"Because I am also a businessman, the kind who sells everything."

Sam poured water into a cup and then gulped it down to relieve the remaining discomfort in his body.

He looked at Renn upon hearing this. A businessman? He sells everything?

Are there businessmen in their line of work?

Seeing Sam's puzzled expression, Ryan picked up the black leather case that had been placed at his feet.

Click! The suitcase was opened, revealing the contents inside.

Sam leaned closer to look and discovered that it was full of little gadgets.

"For example, these holy water knuckle dusters." Raine picked up a pair of knuckle dusters, and where Sam couldn't see, his fingertips emitted a faint golden light.

Since holy water damages ghosts using its light attribute, wouldn't it be the same if Raine simply enchanted it?

Once enchanted, brass knuckles look no different from ordinary brass knuckles. But if an evil spirit were to encounter them, it would know what true power is.

Upon hearing this, Sam took the pendant from Ryan, put it on his own wrist, and found it fit perfectly.

These metal knuckle dusters have a small mechanism at the finger's fixed position. With just one press, countless tiny blades will pop out from the originally smooth surface.

"How about it? Not bad, right?" Renn picked up another pepper shaker: "Look at this specially made holy water container. Just put ordinary clean water in it, and it will turn into holy water in 10 minutes."

Sam's first reaction was disbelief, but then he saw Ryan reach out to indicate that he could test it.

He poured in some boiled water and set it aside, preparing to test it later.

At that moment, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed one of the objects that looked like a signal gun.

It was Dean. He had already come off the operating table. David's surgery was a success.

"If I were you, I would put that thing down; it's dangerous." Ryan tapped the table lightly, a smile on his face.

Dean, however, scoffed and said, "Buddy, while I'm grateful you saved me, I won't let you get away with lying to my brother like this."

As he was about to pull the flare, he pointed the gun at the last second instead.

With a deafening roar, a fiery serpent shot out from the muzzle of the signal gun.

The basement ceiling was made of wood, which was usually dry, but now that it was heated by the fire, it immediately caught fire.

At the same time, the fire alarm in the bar went off, but fortunately, there were fire sprinklers installed.

"Boss, what's the situation downstairs? I've successfully evacuated the guests."

When Wade came down to check the situation, he found that the fire had been extinguished, leaving only Dean, whose face was blackened by the fire, and Sam, who was covered in soot.

Of course, there was also David, whose face was ashen but who dared not speak out: "It's nothing."

As long as the real boss has fun, what's a little mistreatment to a wage slave like him?