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Chapter 93: Bar Demon Fight

Under Peter's gaze, a burly figure pushed open the door of the bar and walked in.

The other person was wearing khaki dark pants and a North Carolina hat. His pupils were pitch black and he exuded a strange aura.

"Whatever. You are full of mystery. I am used to it."

Officer Chandler didn't notice the strange look in Peter's eyes.

Also, the drink the bartender mixed for him was a bit strong, making him a little tipsy.

"I don't care about anything. I just want to make some money before I retire so that I can go on vacation to Hawaii and get away from this terrible town. Everything here is terrible."

He looked at the decorations on the wall of the bar while being slightly tipsy and complained: "Look, pretentious nonsense, street signs, faux retro style, a damn paddle, a paddle, what can a paddle be associated with? I don't know, maybe it's used to intimidate those annoying customers?"

"Boom!"

Peter put the glass on the table and said to him, "I think you are drunk. You'd better go to the bathroom."

"Bathroom? Why?"

Chandler looked at him with a slightly surprised expression, "I-I'm not drunk at all."

But he soon found out why Peter had asked him to go to the bathroom.

At the door of the bar, several truck drivers were playing cards around a table.

There was a large, foaming pitcher on the table, and some of the burly drivers were playing cards, while others were hanging around the pool table.

On the jukebox near the pitcher, the Iron Butterflies were singing at the top of their lungs, "In the Garden of Heaven, Baby"

Accompanied by the music, a man with a North Carolina hat and dark pupils walked towards Peter step by step.

As he approached some truck drivers who were playing pool, he accidentally touched one of the drivers.

The sturdy driver was pulling the club back with all his strength and stretching his head to aim at the target ball.

Coincidentally, the man in the North Carolina hat walked past him and accidentally hit his golf club.

As a result, the cue slipped on the table cloth and pushed the cue ball right into the bottom pocket.

The driver of the "cue ball bag" immediately looked at the man with an angry face, "You bastard, you made me commit a foul!"

The man being scolded by the truck driver seemed not to hear and continued walking forward.

Seeing his "arrogant" behavior, the truck driver immediately grabbed his clothes and said, "I'm going to beat you to a pulp."

However, before the truck driver could do anything, the North Carolina man grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground like a chicken.

With a "bang", the driver's back smashed the chair on the ground into pieces.

The sudden loud noise attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.

The other drivers who were playing cards and chatting were all stunned.

No one expected things to turn out like this. The burly driver was subdued in an instant.

And because the opponent's speed was so fast, they couldn't see clearly how the man made his move.

"Damn it!"

"Fuck! Kill him!"

After a moment's pause, the drivers huddled together and immediately attacked the man in the North Carolina hat.

This is where the chaos in the bar began.

The fat driver raised the golf club and smashed it at the other person. With a "bang", the fat man's golf club broke into two pieces on the man's head.

The man who was attacked looked at him as if nothing had happened. He raised his dark eyes and looked at him.

At just one glance, the fat driver felt that his soul was about to be sucked away by the man in front of him.

The North Carolina hat man said nothing, but reached out with lightning speed and grabbed the fat man's throat.

"Crack!" A sound.

The fat driver only felt a pain in his throat and his neck was broken in an instant.

Another truck driver stood up, holding his aching forehead, but was knocked down by his companion's body the next second.

With a "bang", he fell to the ground again after being knocked unconscious. His shoulder rested on one end of the table, causing the other end to rise high like a seesaw.

Officer Chandler was stunned. He only felt a flash of cold light, and then saw a truck driver pull out a knife from his waist.

Everything happened so quickly and so slowly that Chandler felt dizzy.

He was already half drunk and half awake.

The man who swung the knife at the North Carolina man not only failed to stab him, but was grabbed by the throat by the man's claws.

With a sound of flesh being cut, the truck driver's throat was torn open by the sharp claws.

Blood suddenly spurted out like a fountain.

The pungent smell of blood spread throughout the bar at an extremely fast speed.

The other frightened truck drivers immediately stopped their attack and took a step back in horror.

After seeing such a bloody scene, the other customers in the bar screamed and rushed to the exit of the bar.

The truck drivers who were standing there in a daze didn't even bother to avenge their accomplices. They followed the crowd and fled out of the bar as fast as they could.

Chandler swallowed and shook his drunken head. With his adrenaline rushing, he subconsciously wanted to draw his gun to deal with the weirdo in front of him.

But when he put his hand around his waist, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I didn't carry a gun when I was off duty.

"Fake!"

After cursing inwardly, he was hesitating whether to escape the bar quickly or get under the table, when he unexpectedly encountered a situation where the weirdo walked straight towards him. In a hurry, he didn't care about Peter and just laid his head on the bar, pretending to be unconscious.

"Peter Padrick?"

The weirdo walked up to Peter and made a hoarse sound while staring at him.

The other's voice was thick and husky, and the sound trembled and wavered, from low to high notes, like the tines of a fork passing through a slab of stone.

At the same time, a new, pungent smell permeated the air.

"who are you?"

Peter frowned and looked at this guy of unknown origin.

"Isn't it clear to you? You are looking for me, for a demon, and that is me."

The weirdo looked at Peter, "What a delicious soul, so unique, I can't wait to enjoy you."

Peter glanced at Chandler who was pretending to faint, and asked the weirdo, "Are you the devil in the mirror in the church?"

"Playing tricks? Tricking a child?"

Hearing the contempt in Peter's words, the devil didn't care. "This is just part of the plan. It's not a lie or a trick. Peter, whether it's you or your sons, your souls are so different. Originally, my target was the entire city, but now I have changed my mind."

Peter still sat in the chair without moving. He picked up a wine glass and took a sip of the red wine and black tea mixed by Chandler.

"So you killed everyone in this town, right? Charles Boone, and Miss Nancy."

The demon looked at him in surprise, "They signed a contract with me, and then they have to pay a price. Isn't that what they should do?"

"This is the price of making a wish. They all want something, wealth, talent. I give it to them, and they give me what I want. This is fair, isn't it?"

"I've heard that demons are good at speaking, so I'd rather believe that this is a trap you set."

Peter asked, "Now that you know my name, I have to know yours to be fair, right?"

The devil looked at Peter in surprise. "You are as shameless as a guy I know named Constantine. If the devil's name is known, that devil will be in trouble. You should know this. So you are pretending to be stupid and trying to deceive me, right? You are so cunning, Peter! But I choose to forgive you."

"Now."

He took a step toward Peter. "Next, I will feast on your delicious soul first, and then I will feast on the souls of your sons."

Peter sneered after hearing the threat.

"You can come and try."

"Oh!"

Without waiting for the other party to react, Peter suddenly stood up, moved in front of the other party at lightning speed, and punched him.

Even if it was just a test of force, the demon was instantly knocked away.

The demon slammed into the wall on one side of the bar. The terrifying force caused tiny cracks to appear in the wall, and dust and brick debris fell down.

"Do you know how I will deal with a demon like you who wants to target my child?"

Peter walked over and looked down at the demon lying on the ground.

"I will grind you into powder. Even if you escape to hell, I will go down and catch you with my own hands."

The demon who was knocked to the ground by Peter's blow did not become angry, but took a breath and slowly stood up.

"I am really surprised, Peter Padrick, you are far beyond my expectations."

"is it?"

Peter grabbed him by the clothes and threw him out of the glass window.

With a "bang", the opponent's body shattered the glass and fell heavily on the open space dozens of meters away.

"Boom"!
Peter jumped out of the bar in a flash and was about to continue attacking the other party, but he didn't expect the devil's counterattack to come at this moment.

With a "bang" punch, the demon moved like lightning and hit Peter's chest hard, knocking him out.

The powerful force, coupled with the terrifying speed, quickly made Peter realize that the demon before him was not an ordinary devil from hell.

After knocking Peter away, the demon immediately rushed high into the sky, and his eyes quickly located the figure of Peter who was knocked away.

With a loud bang, the demon instantly flew to the direction where Peter was knocked away. When it was parallel to Peter who was flying upside down, it aimed at his neck with its claws!
As Peter rushed backwards, he adjusted his posture and narrowly missed the opponent's hand.

Then the devil took the second option and punched Peter in the chest!
With a "bang", Peter, who was hit, fell heavily to the ground, splashing a large amount of dust.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he quickly stretched out his hand to face the opponent who continued to fly towards him.

The energy of being a god was condensed in his palm and released instantly on the demon's face.

"boom!"

This attack was like a 155-caliber high-yield artillery shell, directly blasting the demon away.

Not only the demons, but also the surrounding buildings suffered the shock wave from the explosion.

The glass shattered, the entire structure shook violently, and a deafening sound spread in all directions along with the shock wave.

The demon that was blown away fell directly onto the road, instantly creating a big hole in the concrete ground.

Without waiting for the smoke to clear, Peter moved to the front of the pit at super speed, and saw a man in the pit with blood flowing from his facial features and no breath of life.

It was obvious that the demon had left the body and escaped from here.

Hearing the sirens of police cars in the distance, Peter took a look at the body in the pit and turned to walk towards the bar.

The only one left in the bar was Chandler, who was still pretending to be asleep.

Peter walked over to the guy who was still pretending to sleep and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Officer Chandler, I'm guessing you're asleep by now, aren't you?"

(End of this chapter)