Demigod Mage in America

New York, Manhattan, East Harlem, underground of an abandoned factory.

A group of people stood ready, armed with riot control weapons, and surrounded Renn and his party.

The man in the lead was white, while behind him were three black men and one Latino man.

Ryan realized that this group of people were not only equipped with riot control weapons, but also had a pistol tucked behind their backs.

As he spoke, someone had already placed their hand on the butt of the gun, implying that they would invite him to a fight if he disagreed with them.

"I'm serious. I'm not a policeman, nor am I an undercover agent. I just want to make money."

Ryan tried to explain several times, but the other party ignored him and just kept gesturing for him to leave, otherwise they would be expelled.

He was originally going to use magic to change the perceptions of the others and then modify the surveillance footage, but the footsteps behind him made Renn stop in his tracks.

He turned around and found that it was the female dealer from Resorts World Genting.

"It's you!" The two spoke almost simultaneously, but Ryan waited until the woman's lips moved before speaking.

Yuki's face remained expressionless, but a hint of amusement stirred within her. She had been searching for Rein ever since the last time, but the mark she left behind had been erased by the sudden appearance of the blood moon.

She was surprised to run into them here today. She looked at the three of them, including Ryan, and didn't recognize the other two.

The taller one was burly and looked like a promising candidate for the competition.

As for the shorter one, for some reason, Yukihime felt that he looked familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

However, she quickly put it out of her mind. She met so many people every day that she couldn't possibly remember them all.

"Miss Yukihime." Before Rein and his companions could react, the security guards who had previously tried to stop him bowed to Yukihime in unison.

That attitude was as good as it could possibly be.

"Is he your friend?" the head security guard asked cautiously.

After glancing at him expressionlessly, Xueji looked at Rein, pondered for a long time, and then nodded.

"He's my friend, so I can let him in."

Upon hearing this, the security guards all replied in unison, "Hi!"

Upon hearing this, Ryan also showed an expression of ecstatic joy.

"That's great, thank you, Miss Dealer—by the way, what did they call you just now…?"

Yukihime nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "My name is Tokugawa Yukihime. May I ask your name, sir?"

Tokugawa? Raine's expression remained unchanged, but her mind was racing, and it seemed she had a deep connection with this place.

Could it be from the old tortoise's family? That would be quite a... prestigious family, huh? But he said, "Constantine."

"Constantine?" Yuki pondered the name carefully, while looking Renn up and down.

He looks like an Asian, with no European features whatsoever, yet he has a name that is distinctly Eastern European.

Who are you trying to fool! But... it doesn't matter.

Her prey never escapes.

Thanks to Yuki's recommendation, the security guards naturally stopped blocking the three of them.

After the security guards cleared the way, a door slowly opened.

For a moment, Rennes felt a sense of disorientation, as if he had suddenly moved from an abandoned factory to a high-end hotel.

"What are you here to do this time?" Yuki asked casually.

But how could she possibly hide her thoughts from Ryan?

"Oh, my friend just came back from Europe. He said he's really good at fighting, so I thought I'd bring him over to give it a try."

Number One next to it nodded in agreement. Actually, it wouldn't have mattered if it hadn't nodded, as Renn had already controlled its body to prevent it from making any impulsive moves.

What if we accidentally demolish this place?

"How did you find this place?"

"I heard about it by chance from a friend," Ryan replied, glancing around.

Unlike the dilapidated factories outside, the interior decoration here is completely different from the exterior.

The floor is covered with a dark, non-slip carpet, making no sound when shoes step on it. The walls are also padded with impact-resistant material, and the corridor is lit with warm-toned lighting that won't irritate visitors' eyes.

Not long after the group left, Ryan saw a group of young women dressed as bunny girls carrying trays, some with drinks, some with fruit, and some even with pastries and snacks.

"These people are all staff members here. By the way, they've been trained many times, so if you need anything, you can just take them to the empty room next door," Yuki said, noticing that Rein's eyes were fixed on the group of bunny girls.

However, her gaze showed less interest and more disgust.

Men are all the same.

Unexpectedly, Ryan stroked his chin and said, "No, I'm not interested in them. I'm just thinking about something."

"What is it?"

"Are they still good girls?"

Yukihime: "?"

Is this person making fun of her?

After saying this, Renn swaggered over with his two attendants.

His gaze was completely unreserved; rather, it's more accurate to say he never knew what restraint meant.

The bunny girls, upon meeting his gaze, showed no shyness whatsoever, but instead boldly displayed their curves.

He was testing Yuki just now, wanting to know what kind of temperament this female dealer was. Now it seems that although she looks cold on the surface, she is not cold on the inside.

This kind of person has another name: "closet pervert." They're the most interesting to play with.

His original goal was to get in, so once Yuki helped him complete that task, she naturally lost her value.

Ryan was too lazy to waste time arguing with her; what's more important to a woman than money?

These bunny girls were all nine-headed, with varying body shapes, but without exception they all showed off their figures. Unfortunately, Ryan just watched and didn't do anything.

"Do you think if we got a few of these, the bar business would be better?"

Upon hearing this, David hesitated for a long time before stammering, "Wouldn't that turn it into a nightclub?"

Renn thought about it and agreed, so he decided against it.

American bars are more like open-air food stalls in China, where people come after get off work to have fun, drink, and eat.

Nightclubs and bars are normally separate entities. Although the act of finding a romantic partner is the same everywhere, their main functions are still distinct.

The bunny girls were a little disappointed to see that Ryan remained unmoved.

For them, serving someone is the same as serving someone else, since they won't get much money anyway, so they might as well serve someone they like.

Unfortunately, the opponent is no match for me!

Raine and his group hadn't gone far when a voice came from behind them: "Wait, Mr. Constantine, didn't you come here to try your hand at something? Please follow me."

Yuki quickly caught up, and Raine turned to look at her.

Today she wasn't wearing that kimono, but a white skirt with a light blue cardigan.

A pair of white ankle boots covered her feet, and as she walked, Ryan noticed that her exposed legs were wrapped in silk fabric.

"Sure, thank you so much! I was just wondering where it was."

Upon hearing this, Yukihime couldn't help but slightly clench the strap of her bag, and a blue vein suddenly appeared on the back of her fair hand.

I want to wield a katana so badly.

However, the group eventually arrived at a room without incident.

The moment Yukihime pushed open the door, a cacophony of noise immediately rushed towards her.

"Kill him!"