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Xiaoyu dropped a little and looked down with some worry. Suddenly, a claw emerged from the melting ground.

"Run!" This thought flashed through Xiaoyu's mind, and she began to fly directly towards home.

After flying several dozen meters, Xiaoyu saw the panicked crowds in other parts of the amusement park caused by the alarm, and immediately stopped. She couldn't just leave like that!

With a determined effort, Xiaoyu flew back. By then, Stan had already emerged halfway out of the lava, emanating a burnt smell, but he was clearly still alive and well.

Chicken - floating in mid-air!

Xiaoyu pointed to a large area of ​​ground where lava, ground, and other materials enveloped Stan, turning it into a large sphere.

Then Xiaoyu led this whole bunch of stuff and flew into the sky.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Stan was frantically attacking his surroundings from within, struggling, and once he was free, he was going to tear that brat to shreds!

After flying all the way to the sea, Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then threw the still churning lava ball down into the ocean.

Hiss~ Puffs of steam rose up.

Stan, having cooled and solidified, sank to the bottom of the sea.

After dealing with that, Xiaoyu flew towards her father's antique shop.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly... demons and monsters, leave quickly..."

Just as she arrived at the shop entrance, a beam of magic struck Xiaoyu directly.

With a thud, Xiaoyu fell directly to the ground, and one by one, the talismans on her body floated out.

The three men—Old Man, Jackie Chan, and Guan Zhen—didn't look too good.

Xiaoyu got up from the ground, lowered her head, and obediently waited to be scolded.

The old man opened his mouth, then slapped Jackie Chan on the head.

Jackie Chan was stunned for a moment. "It's not like I did anything wrong, why are you hitting me again?!"

His father gave him a look, wasn't he going to ask?! Did he expect his father to ask him himself?!

Dad... just spoil her...

Jackie Chan sighed, walked over, and squatted down in front of Xiaoyu. "Xiaoyu, do you know you were wrong?"

"Okay..." Xiaoyu looked around, ran to the bookshelf, picked up a large pile of documents, then ran back, put her hands on her head, and stood obediently as punishment.

"Let's not talk about that yet, little sister, where did you go? What did you do?" Guan Zhen asked anxiously.

"I didn't do anything. I just went to the amusement park and a bad guy appeared and tried to steal the talisman. I didn't give it to him, and he turned into a monster."

"Then I rolled him, lava, and other things into a ball and threw it into the sea!"

Xiaoyu told everything in detail.

The old man sensed something was wrong. He walked over to Xiaoyu and waved his hand. That was the smell of those residues!

“True!!!” the old man shouted.

"Here he comes!" Tru ran out of the shop carrying a huge water vat on his head; he was also being punished.

"Collect the aura on Xiaoyu's body, then take her to the backyard and make her stand there for two hours as punishment!" The old man was furious. Xiaoyu had likely encountered a demon, which was too dangerous, and she had to be given a severe lesson.

"Jackie Chan! Take the secretary and contact the principal and the others to see if there's a problem with the seal!" the old man continued.

"Yes!"

Chapter 159 Kingpin is a man of keen insight and strategic judgment.

Along the Hong Kong coast, heavily armed soldiers surrounded a large area of ​​sea. Thanks to the rapid response capabilities of the Chinese military, soldiers were already present before Xiaoyu explained the situation to Guan Zhen. However, after her explanation, the area of ​​the encirclement was reduced slightly.

"Hey, hey, it's over there, did you get a picture?"

In the bushes, a shifty-looking fellow nudged his companion. Kingpin had offered a high price this time, otherwise they wouldn't have taken such a big risk to get so close.

If this were discovered, wouldn't they be dealt with directly for spying on military intelligence? Besides, their background wasn't clean to begin with, and they've taken so much of the US's money so many times that they might have gone from being a walking source of 500,000 to actually receiving it.

"I got the picture, but it's so blurry, is it even good?"

His accomplice glanced at the video on the camera and asked somewhat uncertainly.

"That's fine, just send it over. Kingpin has money and he's quick to pay. As long as you don't try to fool him with completely irrelevant information, you'll be fine. In this line of work, you have to be selective. You're still a bit young, so learn from him."

The speaker was about to back away when he suddenly felt himself fall. Looking down, he saw that his ankle was pressed directly to the ground, but why didn't it hurt?

In the few seconds it took to think, it felt as if all the bones in the speaker's lower body had been removed, and the flesh had been put into a meat grinder and turned for an hour or so, until it was completely soft and mushy.

He lay sprawled on the ground, just in time to see the last part of his companion turn into pus before his eyes. Before he could even feel fear, he lost consciousness.

After both of them died, a figure covered in red scales stepped onto the two pools of pus. The pus flowed up their legs, and wherever it spread, the broken scales were restored to their original state. The dull claws on their hands became even sharper.

"Useless humans are not even worth as dregs."

Mephisto spoke coldly, "Don't misunderstand, the two people under your feet are not the humans he was talking about, but the scum he was referring to. As for the humans, they naturally refer to Obadiah-Stan who died from alternating hot and cold temperatures and lack of oxygen."

Stan died too quickly, forcing Mephisto to activate his backup plan ahead of time. The hidden patterns in the Book of Hell Contract contained a fragment of his consciousness, whose function was naturally to appear and take over the host's body when needed.

With a thud, Mephisto quickly transformed his body into human form. He wanted to see what those seemingly left-behind laws of hell were all about; he wouldn't allow anyone to secretly use the power of hell.

Except for the Ancient One, since Mephisto couldn't beat that old woman.

Meanwhile, inside the Gold Tooth Building in New York City.

Kingpin watched the videos and information coming in from various channels, his fingers tapping incessantly on the armrest.

"Someone come here!"

"Boss! What can I do for you?"

Kingpin slowly stood up. "I remember you had a guy named Valon or something who used to work as a bouncer in Chinatown. What's he doing now?"

"Boss, he should be doing smuggling business right now." The foreman still remembered Valon a little; the money he handed over each quarter wasn't much, but it was stable.

"Yes, have him smuggle something to Hong Kong. It's urgent, it needs to arrive tomorrow. The box can't be opened before it arrives. And you understand what I mean, right?" Kingpin looked down at his underling, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Understood, understood!" The foreman nodded repeatedly. It was just a matter of keeping secrets. He didn't know what the boss wanted to smuggle. Whatever, Walong would take the blame for whatever smuggling was, and it had nothing to do with him.

"Okay, come pick it up in half an hour."

As soon as Kingpin finished speaking, the underling nimbly left the room.

“Bullseye, how long does it take to get to Hong Kong from here?” Kingpin suddenly asked a minute later.

Just then, Bullseye emerged from a hidden corner and said, "Airplane, about sixteen hours."

"Call the police in twenty hours, and after that, let him commit suicide." Kingpin said as he walked toward the dark room.

Bullseye adjusted his weapon. Was it absurd for a hitman to be doing the work of someone who called the police?

Forget it, let's not think about it too much. Let's first find out the whereabouts of the small boss. He's very familiar with making people commit suicide.

In the dark room, Kingpin stood in front of Shendu, and the two remained silent for a long time.

"Holy Lord, your talisman has been found. It's in Hong Kong, and the exact location seems to be a place called Old Man's Antique Shop. Of course, I don't know if it's still there now."

"Also, it seems that Mephisto's henchman you mentioned has also appeared in Hong Kong. Not long ago, he was beaten up by a little girl. The girl can fly, shoot rays from her eyes, and breathe fire from her mouth."

"Also, in half an hour, I will have someone take you to Hong Kong, and then in twenty hours, I will call the police directly."

Kingpin stated his plan openly and honestly, without any intention of concealing or being evasive.

We're all old foxes, why bother talking about ghost stories here?

"Kingpin, I suddenly admire you even more," the Holy Lord said, enunciating each word clearly.

Kingpin's ability to accurately assess the situation has certainly not tarnished his reputation as an underground overlord. Moreover, Kingpin has never signed any contracts with him, which shows his considerable caution.

“Do as you say,” the Holy Lord continued. “If you plan to change jobs in the future, you can come and find me.”

“No need, I don’t like working for others.” Kingpin said and left the room.

After Kingpin left, one after another Shadow Legion soldiers emerged from the shadows and took Shendu off the wall, packing it directly into a box.

Throughout the process, the Holy Lord was both angry and agitated. He was angry that his power had been stolen—flying, rays, fire-breathing! That was all his power!

He was excited because he was finally getting closer to his talisman and one step closer to escaping his predicament!

Half an hour later, the huge box passed through the hands of the small boss and fell into the hands of Valon. Then, Valon boarded a plane to Hong Kong with the box.

Twenty hours later, after paying the art tax, Valon successfully entered Hong Kong and carried the large box to the hotel he had booked.

"I'm exhausted..." Valon gasped for breath, sat down on the bed, and took out his phone to ask his boss where this thing was supposed to be delivered.

I tried calling several times, but no one answered.

"No need to fight anymore, he's already dead."

The voice of the Holy Lord came from the box, and then the shadowy soldiers surrounded Valmont and drew the curtains in the room.

Seeing so many strange people suddenly appear around him, Valmont obediently let go of the phone and raised his hands.

Chapter 160 Mephisto's Attack

At dawn, the streets were deserted. Mephisto walked briskly onto the street.

Shushan - Ten Thousand Swords Technique!

The sky was filled with sword shadows that blotted out the sun. Each sword shadow reflected the sunlight and revealed a sharp silver light. After reaching its highest point, the sharp sword tips were aimed at Mephisto below and fell down suddenly.

Mephisto, caught off guard, seemed completely unfazed, simply raising the Hell Contract in his hand in the face of such an attack.

The pages of the book flipped open with a rustling sound, and streaks of blood-red light shone through them, instantly staining the surrounding space with a layer of blood color. In this blood-red space, wronged souls wailed, as if it were a living hell.

The falling sword shadows shattered upon colliding with the crimson blood, leaving only a faint silver brilliance as they exploded.

"The main force has arrived, Ling'er, protect them!"

Li Xiaoyao, who had been waiting for a long time, took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Mephisto, seemingly within arm's reach.

With a gentle flick of his empty hand, a precious sword appeared. Countless sword shadows surged from the sword. "Shushan Sword Immortal Li Xiaoyao reports!"

Legendary? It's astonishing that so many powerful characters have emerged on Earth since the Ancient One's passing.

Mephisto was a little surprised, but his face still showed an expression of complete control.