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Zhao Hao also collected a whole bunch of its "treasures"!

The Minions got busy. First, they needed to upgrade their equipment.

Dragon bone flying swords, dragon scale mechs, weapons tempered with dragon blood, and so on—arrange them all.

Then, dilute that dragon blood and create a powerful, invigorating dragon blood potion, put it in the shop at a high price to motivate players! Don't let them slack off. A boss who can't promise his subordinates a bright future isn't a good boss.

Zhao Hao even placed three basins of dragon blood on it!

This stuff, when used for bathing, can greatly increase armor and spirit resistance.

In Norse mythology, Siegfried, who was bathed in dragon's blood, was invincible to ordinary soldiers.

What a temptation!

Besides the giant dragon, Zhao Hao had many other gains in the Great Hunting Grounds.

Several bronze-level monsters all fell into his hands.

While the Siege King Crab and the Demon Dragon King are slightly inferior to the Black Dragon, they are still quite formidable.

Zhao Hao broke off one of the king crab's large pincers, which was over ten meters long. It was then picked up by Handsome King Kong.

But as expected of a handsome guy, he accurately weighed the choice between a full meal and being hacked to death.

Instead of picking it up and running away, he took it as a pledge of allegiance.

Zhao Hao admired its thoughtfulness. He took it with him when he left. Finally, it had escaped the prison of generations of hunting grounds.

And it was also given the big pair of pliers.

Those are top-quality ingredients!

After eating the crab claw, the King Kong's strength increased dramatically, and he grew to a height of fifteen meters!

Now, along with other colossal beasts like the Great Dragon, it has become one of the guardians of the dream world.

……

During this time, Zhao Hao had been secretly making plans in his mind.

The ascension ceremony was extremely high-level and complex. It would take the entire nation's resources to gather all the necessary materials.

It might have to be placed in Japan.

The problem is how to conduct the ceremony discreetly without attracting the attention of other forces, so as to prevent them from causing trouble?

This is too difficult.

Not to mention that the US government is keeping a close eye on the savior candidates, those troublemakers from hell are also actively running around everywhere.

Just two days ago, news broke from Europe that the Pope had been assassinated by the Lord of the Flies and was terminally ill. This caused a global uproar!

Hundreds of years ago, the Pope must have been a figure of great power and status, the head of the Papacy.

However, the Vatican is now divided into Eastern Orthodoxy, Catholicism, and Protestantism, and the Pope is a mascot old man who came up during the period of spiritual dormancy.

Its reputation is no longer what it once was.

Even though the Vatican was the first to know about and act on the psionic revival, and with the blessing of Heaven, which even elevated the Pope to Bronze level, it was still a forced promotion. It was all very hollow!

Not to mention that the one who ambushed him was the Lord of the Flies. Although his strength was only Bronze, his true form was a Silver-ranked Great Demon Lord, Satan!

This morale-boosting moment made those who believed in hell extremely happy. They resumed their usual troublemaking routine, going wherever trouble needed to be, and stirring up trouble even when there was none.

In the past week or so, the Bureau of Mysteries has already discovered three cases of Satanic cult members causing trouble in the vicinity of Liberty City alone.

As the number of extraordinary individuals increased, the quality of Satanic cult members also improved.

After all, just a little exposure to hell is enough to become an extraordinary being, which is very convenient.

The cost is uncertain; it involves family members, lives, and souls, and the outcome is generally not good.

Of course, those lunatics didn't care.

The fat man has been taking care of the little fat boy, Fudi, these past few days.

The two got along quite well, just like how Fatty mentored Zhao Hao back then. Now Fatty has become Fudi's guide.

Foddy's path to the extraordinary was rather unique; his methods lay in the extraordinary butterfly that accompanied him.

This thing comes from a large hunting ground and has quite a bit of potential.

The chubby boy is essentially a superhuman who becomes a contracted superhuman being.

Now, the chubby kid, lacking common sense, has unintentionally taken on a task he absolutely cannot handle. So, the chubby guy is going to mentor him and help him through this difficult time, just like when he helped Zhao Hao and Gou Quan deal with the Wild Hunt's death hounds.

"You'll need to use your brain when you take on assignments in the future. What kind of place is Hollywood? It's a den of iniquity, incredibly complicated..."

"Do you think you can take on missions in places like that? Think about it, the Secret Bureau has solid evidence against its own people, so why would they send out missions? It's too complicated and difficult to handle."

"You see what I'm doing this time? Don't answer it next time. Stay away from me."

In a place like Hollywood, where Zhao Hao has his own cultural and sports department and several blockbuster movies are released every year, he naturally knows a lot about it.

The so-called "red sofa unspoken rules" are too commonplace.

For Ami, or rather, for young men and women of half the world, this is one of the two major destinations in the famous entertainment industry.

One is Broadway, and the other is Hollywood.

Countless handsome men and beautiful women come to the entertainment industry with dreams, only to end up as mere expendable resources.

In this arena of fame and fortune, it's not surprising that there are any ugly secrets.

Therefore, this place is also a breeding ground for depravity, a stage for demons and devils.

Zhao Hao had previously killed a leader of the Sally Church, who was a major Hollywood producer.

You can imagine how complicated the situation must be there.

The chubby guy's current mission is to find evidence of a Satanic cult suspect and arrest him.

Here, people are willing to sell everything for things like regaining youth and beauty, maintaining a strong physique, or achieving renewed fame. And they certainly don't mind selling everything off others.

The fat guy set an example for the little fat guy by starting to inquire about information.

He's incredibly eloquent; everyone who talks to him is completely open and honest, and they all consider him a close friend.

The intelligence phone was almost ready in no time.

Seeing the adoring look in the little fat boy Fudi's eyes, the fat boy waved his hand: "It's nothing. Remember this when you do missions in the future: being quick to ask questions can lead to great success!"

The mission objective is undoubtedly to make a deal with the devils of hell through some means.

As for the details of the transaction, that's irrelevant.

Just get straight to the point and deal with him!

When night fell, the fat man led the little fat man to the villa of the mission target in Billyford Manor.

The gate was locked and it was pitch black!

The fat man sniffed and whispered, "This bastard even keeps a dog, and there's something wrong with the dog."

He smelled sulfur, which meant that the guard dogs had undergone some initial modifications.

He took out a meat bun, poured out a few small pills from a small porcelain bottle, and stuffed them into the bun.

"This is called a sleep bug. After eating it, you'll sleep like a log, and you won't wake it up even if you kick it!"

The chubby boy looked at the fat man with the eyes of someone looking at a pervert.

"Hey, what kind of look is that? I'm an upright man, don't get any ideas!"

A few minutes after the meat bun was thrown at the dog, five vicious dogs, each 1.5 meters long, lay down and drooled as they slept.

The fat man led the little fat man to the door. The target was also cautious; the house was built without any flaws.

While the Amis usually have small wooden doors, he installed a large iron security door.

Unfortunately, it's going to be difficult to sneak in unnoticed.

The fat man asked, "What would you do if you encountered this situation in the future?"

The chubby boy thought for a moment and replied, "I'll have Batterfa (the butterfly's name) crawl in and figure out how to open the door."

The fat man nodded: "You know how to be roundabout, not bad. But this time, since I'm here, let's be direct."

The fat man raised his large, white fist and pounded on the door with a loud "DuangDuangDuang".

The person inside was startled. "Who is it? Who is it?"

The fat man shouted, "Open the door quickly, comrade! We're from the community outreach team!"

But they weren't having any of it. "Get out! Leave my house! I've already called the police!"

The fat man raised his fist and punched it. "Duang~" The security door twisted into a wonton shape and flew out.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the fat man led Fudi into the house: "Hands behind your head, squat down! Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!"

Soon, the crucial evidence, the Hell Contract Scroll, was found, and the perpetrators were caught red-handed.

……

On the other side, Kenjiro Hanma was leading the short man, Wald, into a brewery.

Some time ago, something strange happened here; a huge brewery stopped operating.

Now, in the middle of the night, the shadows of large equipment are everywhere, silent and eerie.

However, Kenjiro Hanma lazily walked forward with his hands behind his head, looking bored.

Their first destination was a man. A bald chemist.

This man was originally a chemist, but he was out of touch with reality and his career declined. In the end, he managed to become a high school chemistry teacher by posing as a chemical reagent expert.

That's not even the worst part.

He felt unwell a year ago, and after a checkup, he was diagnosed with cancer, which was already in its late stages!

Damn it, the rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always seems to find those who are destined for misfortune.

No matter how badly he's doing, he doesn't want to die.

So I started thinking about how to save myself.

By chance, I found an ancient prescription on a note in an old book, and after studying it, I found it to be quite reasonable.