Honkai Summoning.

At this point, Mike's voice abruptly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Su Mo asked.

“Mr. Su, um… the car behind us seems to be following us.” Mike said hesitantly. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw a black sedan following behind.

Mike seemed to vaguely recognize the car's license plate, as if he had seen it several times before.

Just as Mike was speaking, the car suddenly accelerated and drove parallel to Mike's car. At the same time, a black SUV followed behind and drove to the other side, effectively sandwiching the car Su Mo was in.

Such actions can only be performed on such open roads with few cars. In a city with heavy traffic, let alone driving side by side, overtaking would be a difficult task.

The windows of both cars rolled down, revealing two black submachine guns. One of them had its dark muzzle pointed directly at Mike through the gap in the open window.

“Mr. Su…” Mike swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

He was indeed a butler for the Butlers Association and had come into contact with some important figures before, but he had never experienced being held at gunpoint before.

Mike didn't know whether he should slam on the brakes or accelerate to shake off these obviously dangerous individuals.

"Stay calm, see what they're up to, and cooperate," Su Mo said.

“Okay, okay.” Mike nodded.

At this moment, a man with a gun made a gesture, and the two cars accelerated and decelerated, sandwiching Su Mo's car and leading it onto a side road.

Mike followed them nervously, pressing the alarm button to send a distress message: "Mr. Su, we need to buy time and wait for rescue."

At that moment, a hand reached out from the car in front, and the car began to slow down.

Mike had no choice but to slow down as well. The three cars stopped on the side of the road. A strong man with a buzz cut and a cigar got out of the black SUV in front, followed by two men carrying submachine guns.

Several men with guns got out of the cars behind and surrounded Su Mo's car.

The man with the buzz cut walked to the car, glanced at Mike, and said, "This is none of your business, kid. If you don't want to die, behave yourself, understand?" As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger from his thigh, lightly patted Mike's face twice, and then deliberately left a shallow wound on it, from which blood flowed.

Mike's facial muscles were twitching.

Seeing Mike's performance, the man with the buzz cut was very satisfied. He walked to the back door and tapped the window with his dagger: "If you know what's good for you, cooperate. Our boss wants to see you."

Su Mo rolled down the car window and asked, "Who is your boss?"

"Enough with the nonsense, you'll see when we get there. If you don't want to die, come with me," the man with the buzz cut said.

Su Mo glanced at the man with the buzz cut and said to Mike, "It's okay, no need to contact anyone else. Don't forget to help me find that person's whereabouts, and I'll contact you when the time comes." With that, he opened the car door and got out.

"Mr. Su?" Mike watched as Su Mo got into the SUV in front, and the two cars sped away, unsure of what to say.

While it's true that you should cooperate a little, this is going too far! You got into the car with someone, so where are we supposed to find you? And is the "don't contact anyone else" rule telling me not to call the police?

Mike felt that what had happened in the last few minutes seemed to be beyond his imagination.

"The kid is quite cooperative."

The man with the buzz cut looked at Su Mo in the back seat and said in a somewhat displeased tone, "It's fine to cooperate, but what's with you acting as relaxed as if you were in your own living room? We're kidnapping you! This makes us feel like we're not accomplished anything."

“Open the window, I don’t like the smell of these cigars,” Su Mo said. He doesn’t smoke and doesn’t have the habit of inhaling secondhand smoke.

"My God, little boy, don't you understand your situation?" the man with the buzz cut said in an exaggerated tone, turning to stare at Su Mo from the passenger seat, his hawk-like eyes radiating a dangerous light.

As he spoke, he deliberately took a deep drag on his cigar and was about to blow the air towards Su Mo's face.

But before he could vomit, his eyes widened, or rather, they widened like a frog's, and his face flushed red in an instant.

Besides the driver, the two people next to Su Mo also dropped their guns at the same time and couldn't help but reach out to grab their own necks.

Su Mo flicked his finger, and the thin thread formed by the concentric chains trembled slightly. The immense pain caused the three people to shudder, involuntarily stopping their movements. Their eyes began to roll back, and a feeling of suffocation surged in like a tidal wave, with numerous black spots appearing before their eyes.

"I don't kill people because I don't want blood on my face, understand?" Su Mo's voice seemed to come from the sky, and although it was broken up along the way and became a blurry accent, it still reached everyone's ears accurately.

"……Understood."

As the "scythe of death" on their necks was moved away slightly, the three people finally regained their ability to speak and hurriedly began to talk.

"Who is your boss?" Su Mo asked. The two people next to him looked at the thin line floating on the car, which occasionally reflected a smooth surface to indicate its existence, and wished they could shrink themselves into it.

However, the occasional stinging sensation across their necks made them afraid to make any unnecessary movements, not even gestures of fear or submission.

“Our boss is called Guanghui,” the man with the buzz cut said cautiously.

"A young lady?" Su Mo interjected.

"You knew our boss was a woman?" The man with the buzz cut was taken aback.

"I don't know, but I guess she's probably a bit of a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) sufferer," Su Mo said. There are so many chuunibyou people these days.

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Chapter 127 I Won't Live to Tomorrow

The two cars stopped outside a small villa, and the man with the buzz cut said in a low voice, "We're here. Our boss is waiting for you here."

"Hmm." Su Mo responded casually, "Tell the people in the car behind us, if they don't want to die..."

"I understand, I understand." The man with the buzz cut nodded repeatedly, got out of the car, walked to the back, and said something to the people getting out of the car.

The other people in the car also got out, respectfully opened the car door for Su Mo, and stepped aside. After their near-death experience in the car, they understood that the person in front of them was just like their boss, someone they couldn't afford to mess with.

If they had simply killed him and created enough distance, there might have been a chance of them opening fire. However, their boss's requirement was to meet him in person or capture him alive, so the crew-cut man and his men couldn't just fire indiscriminately.

Standing at the villa's entrance, they spoke into the intercom, and the villa's iron gate opened by itself. The crew-cut man and his group walked in front, followed by several others behind Su Mo. However, they wisely didn't raise their guns; otherwise, they would already be decapitated.

Upon opening the door to the villa's room, Su Mo saw a tall, blonde woman standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. Unlike pure, shimmering gold, her pale blonde hair possessed a unique beauty under the setting sun.

"Did you bring the person?"

Hearing the door open, the woman turned around, revealing a beautiful face and blue eyes.

"child?"

The moment Su Mo saw that woman, a thought flashed through his mind.

The woman before him… or rather, the young woman, though deliberately dressed in a conservative black suit, her hair up, and wearing black-rimmed glasses to appear older, was nonetheless a sight to behold. Su Mo's eye was occasionally quite sharp; he saw right through her disguise. If all the deliberate attempts to appear older were removed, this woman was only around twenty years old, and calling her a young woman wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Of course. They could also be younger, since high school students in this country are basically no different from adults, and some well-developed junior high school students can even pass for adults.

In Su Mo's eyes, someone of that age was nothing more than a child.

"I thought it would be someone important. I was even looking forward to it, but it turned out to be just a child." Thinking this, Su Mo spoke her mind directly.

The woman's feigned composure vanished, replaced by a hint of anger, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "To the Dark Night King, everyone is indeed a child."

"You know me?" Su Mo walked to the sofa and sat down, picking up a cookie from the plate on the coffee table in front of him and taking a bite.

In the world of ordinary people, Su Mo's title of Dark Night King is only seen as the result of a delusional teenager's chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), and it only circulates among the high-ranking officials and the underworld of various countries.

The so-called "dark world" refers to the "world" known only to those with supernatural powers, as opposed to ordinary people—a term used to distinguish it from the ordinary world, much like the wizarding world in Harry Potter.

However, there isn't a place like the world of Harry Potter, purely for "superpowered individuals".

Since this woman knows him, there must be someone in her life who was once part of the underworld—yes, once. The underworld no longer exists. With the arrival of the end times, there are fewer than a hundred "superpowered individuals" on the entire planet. Established organizations like the Cult of the Cross have lost their most important force; some have disbanded, others have transformed. Those who have allied with the state have allied with the state—what underworld is left to speak of?

Waving her hand to signal the crew-cut man and the others to leave, the woman said, "Back in the underworld, the Dark King was a legend."

"Oh," Su Mo replied.

He had a basic understanding of the situation. With the disappearance of the Dharma-ending Age and the re-emergence of individual X, some people were probably eager to seize back everything they had lost.

This woman's father or grandfather were likely involved in the underworld. They gave her some information, but not much, leaving her with only a vague understanding. And yet, knowing this, she still chose this method to invite her here.

This truly proves the saying "ignorance is bliss." Only someone who knows Su Mo even a little bit better would not "invite" him in such a way.

After waiting a while, Claire didn't hear Su Mo's "Oh" followed by anything else, so she had to say, "Mr. Su, I'm afraid you didn't come to Meilijian for tourism this time."

While eating the cookies on the plate, Su Mo mumbled, "These cookies taste good. Where did you buy them?"

Claire paused for a moment, took a breath, her chest heaving, and continued, "I think that after what happened a year ago, Mr. Su would not let go of those forces that were targeting you. After a year of recuperation, I can guess why Mr. Su has set foot on this land again."

Before Su Mo could speak, Claire continued, "If what I just said is true, we might have a chance to cooperate."

"Cooperation?" Su Mo looked up and glanced at it, then focused his attention back on the cookies in front of him.

“Yes,” Claire said. “The world is starting to return to what it used to be, and our glory will return.”

"The way it used to be?" Su Mo chuckled softly.

He knew very well that although X individuals, or rather, superhumans, had begun to reappear, and the power that could once be controlled by humans but had disappeared could now be controlled by humans again, this world would never return to its so-called "former appearance".

On the contrary, the world has begun to become dangerous... extremely dangerous for both those with superpowers and ordinary people.

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself."

Claire said, "The last descendant of the Inverted Cross, Claire."

"So it's a reverse cross." Su Mo suddenly realized, no wonder the woman in front of him was so clueless, it's not surprising that it's a reverse cross.

Reverse Cross was originally a very famous organization in the underworld, but it was famous not for its power, but for its ridiculous behavior.

When the inverted cross suddenly appeared, everyone's attention turned to the Church of the Cross. This name was clearly meant to challenge established organizations like the Church of the Cross.

The Christian Church was also puzzled. Why would such a force suddenly appear and oppose them? So, the Christian Church sent someone out to investigate.

The result was both laughable and frustrating. The original intention of the Reverse Cross was indeed to fight a certain organization to the death, and that organization was the Secret Organization. Yes, not the Cleric, but the Secret Organization. The leader of the Reverse Cross at the time was just that mischievous.

The consequence of his mischief was that the Crusaders felt he was being teased. Since he was determined to fight the secret organization to the death, he decided to name it "Reverse Secrets." Reverse Crusaders my ass! According to the rules of the underworld at the time, such matters could only be resolved by beating people up. Well, or rather, the rule of the underworld had always been to resolve everything by beating people up.

That's why Su Mo, who is not good at management, becomes an extremely terrifying force. He is incredibly skilled at fighting, and he can attract a bunch of people to his side to beg for his help without doing anything.

In short, the Reverse Cross was beaten up by the Order of the Cross for his pointless behavior. The Order of the Cross has always been a powerful organization; otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to devise a plan to deal with Su Mo.

Upon learning that the Reverse Cross was a secret mechanism of his enemy, he shamelessly attacked at this moment, killing the already "severely injured and on the verge of death" Reverse Cross.

This organization took about a month from its inception to its complete demise, becoming a laughing stock in the underworld. Of course, there were also warnings; many people began changing their flashy nicknames, fearing they might run into some bigwig and get beaten up.

Of course, it is an organization, not an individual. The members of the Reverse Cross were not completely wiped out. They were practically broken up. It would be a waste of time and energy to hunt down those who escaped.

The Claire in front of us now is probably a descendant of those who escaped the net.

“I know that the secret agency was involved in the operation against Mr. Su. We have a common enemy and a basis for cooperation. Now, Mr. Su is also alone, isn’t he? We just happen to need someone like Mr. Su,” Claire said, her invitation quite obvious.

"What's going on lately? I keep getting invited. Looks like I'm still got it," Su Mo thought to himself. "Sure enough, a dashing man like me is like a firefly in the night, my brilliance can't be hidden."

At this point, Su Mo's narcissism was probably comparable to that of Gilgamesh.

“Mr. Su, how about joining our Reverse Cross? I can offer you a position just below me,” Claire said.