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The Demonic Path.

They treat human life as worthless, regard all worldly rules as shackles, indulge in sensual pleasures, kill wantonly, have no bottom line, commit evil deeds, and are bloodthirsty by nature.

All major demonic forces have been designated as anti-human terrorist organizations and have been subjected to the most severe joint strikes worldwide.

The Anti-Terrorism Department established by the Tianhuan Federation is a sharp weapon specifically designed to combat demonic forces. Its frontline members are all prodigies, each equipped with immortal battle armor, making their combat power terrifying. It is said that the Anti-Terrorism Department alone could sweep through all countries in the world except for the Immortal Martial Empire.

Of course, the Immortal Martial Empire also has corresponding institutions to deal with demonic forces.

The two superpowers dislike each other, but they are highly united in their opinions on combating demonic forces. They even join forces to spread martial arts throughout the world, establishing relevant departments in many weaker countries to carry out the work of eradicating demonic forces.

However, although the demonic forces were completely suppressed on one side, they were never truly eradicated and always existed.

There will always be people who are unwilling to be mediocre, there will always be people who are consumed by hatred, and there will always be people who cannot see hope on the righteous path and thus fall into endless chaos.

Fang Beichen...

Judging from the destiny entry, he is an extremely dangerous person.

In bizarre events, people are more uncontrollable than the bizarre events themselves.

Zhou Ran walked into the crowd, his eyes darting around, his mind racing.

Fang Beichen, being a member of the demonic path, did not kill the debt collectors and flee, but instead came here, indicating that he still needs this social identity, so he is unlikely to cause trouble on his own initiative.

After all, there was a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator in the team. If his identity were exposed, he would die on the spot.

But when it comes to a life-or-death situation, things are hard to say; the madness of the demonic elements is enough to drag everyone down with them.

We must be wary of this person.

Just then, a member of the agency walked over carrying a box. The box was opened, and inside were neatly arranged a row of collars.

"This is a suicide collar. If you don't obey, your heads will explode. So you'd better behave and follow orders to have a chance to live."

To prevent cannon fodder from causing trouble at the last minute, the firm had naturally made preparations in advance.

More than ten minutes later.

Preparations are complete, and the exploration is about to begin.

"This is your original contract. Now the debt is wiped clean, and we're even."

In front of the numerous casualties, representatives from several loan companies tore up their loan contracts, threw the shredded paper into the fire pit to burn them, then said goodbye to Li Feng and left without looking back.

The loan of over three million yuan was wiped out in an instant, but Zhou Ran did not feel any relief, because what followed was far more terrifying than the loan itself.

"If I survive this, there might still be hope for my life."

Su Meilin smoked and muttered to herself. Because she had the cultivation level of the ninth level of the Qi Opening Realm, she was assigned to Zhou Ran's group.

You're dreaming.

A expendable cannon fodder nearby gave a bitter smile. "The survival rate for people like us is usually only 20% to 30%. There are a total of eighteen people here, which means that at most three or four will make it out alive."

"The world is like a burning house, and all living beings are drowning in a sea of ​​suffering. We all live in an eternal purgatory of despair, where our flesh and soul are constantly being torn apart. Living is torture, and dying is liberation. The sooner we die, the sooner we are reborn."

Fang Beichen spoke in a hoarse voice, and everyone was stunned. Where did this lunatic come from?

"Is death a liberation? Not necessarily. I believe freedom is liberation."

Su Meilin answered instinctively that as a streetwalker, she had served many artsy men, so she knew a thing or two about it. If the conversation went well, she could get the man to give her more money.

"Freedom is a false proposition," Fang Beichen said with utmost seriousness.

"I agree with this view."

Cui Jin took a swig of beer and interrupted with drunken eyes, "At this moment, I have nothing. No relatives, no home, no dreams, no savings, no interpersonal relationships, not even a loan. I have nothing at all. I am completely free, but I am still bound by something. In fact, I have never been free, and I can never be free."

"Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains," Fang Beichen slowly continued. "That's why I say, die early, be reborn early."

"If you're so eager to die, then please walk at the very front in a bit."

Su Meilin rolled her eyes. These kinds of gloomy, artsy guys are the most annoying.

Zhou Ran was stunned. He could only say that it was no wonder that a world-weary, depressed man and a fanatical, antisocial demon could talk about the same thing.

He pondered Fang Beichen's words: "The world is like a burning house, and all living beings are drowning in a sea of ​​suffering..." It did sound quite plausible.

But it's none of my business.

The high school student mentality is starting to kick in: I don't care about this or that. If death is a relief, then go ahead and die. I want to live and enjoy life to the fullest, and look forward to finding a few more beautiful girlfriends in the future.

Luxury cars, beautiful women, extravagant lifestyles, and then... attaining immortality!

……

"Everything ready? Let's go."

Li Feng led a large group of twenty-two people toward the Pearl Hotel. Excluding the eighteen cannon fodder, the agency only sent four people.

The hotel lobby is resplendent in gold, with a giant crystal chandelier cascading from the dome like a waterfall, casting a dazzling light. The marble floor is so smooth it reflects the magnificent columns and exquisite reliefs, exuding ultimate luxury.

"Let's go to the hotel's monitoring room and connect the receiver. I need to monitor the activity on every floor," Li Feng said.

At this moment, his divine sense had already spread out, but it encountered an obstruction from a cold and gloomy force on the 18th floor, as if it were obscured by noise, making it impossible to see what was inside.

There are also a few scattered noise spots, small in scale, distributed throughout the hotel.

Just in case, we must keep the monitoring system under our control.

"The monitoring room is on the first floor. I'll go there. You two come with me."

Mu Feng randomly selected two cannon fodder characters and led them towards a door on the left side of the hall.

The rest of the people waited where they were.

Zhou Ran looked around, observing the hotel lobby. In the center was an arched staircase leading to the second floor, covered with a dark red carpet. Next to the staircase were four elevators, all of which were currently stopped on the first floor.

However, just as he looked away, a bright red color suddenly flashed in his peripheral vision.

Zhou Ran was startled and immediately turned to look. On the stairs leading to the second floor, a pair of red dancing shoes had appeared at some point. They were placed there quietly, with the toes facing the crowd downstairs, like two bloodshot eyes, silently staring at everyone.

Several suppressed gasps came from the crowd; everyone was startled by the sudden appearance of the red dancing shoes.

"Oh? The attack came so quickly?"

Li Feng naturally noticed the red dancing shoes, but did not make a move immediately.

As an expert in the supernatural, he knew that one couldn't act recklessly in the face of strange events, because no one knew whether their actions would break the balance and make the already dormant supernatural events even more ferocious and terrifying.

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

No one spoke, no one moved, and even breathing was suppressed to a minimum; the air seemed to freeze.

Soon, the red dancing shoes began to move.

As if worn by an unseen person, the soles of the shoes gently lifted, and they walked down the stairs step by step, slowly approaching the crowd.