I traverse America, using holy light to quell American terror!

"What did you say?!"

Li Yuan's voice suddenly rose, instantly coming from the phone held up by the gangster.

Edward, looking aggrieved, turned his head slightly to reduce the impact of the sound on his eardrums.

Meanwhile, Li Yuan on the phone continued his output:

"You two idiots! Don't you dare call yourself my servants, I can't bear the embarrassment!"

Edward explained in a low voice:

"I... I couldn't do anything about it, they outnumbered us and had more guns..."

"Why don't you run? With your physical abilities, you should be able to escape!"

Edward's explanation failed to make Li Yuan understand.

This only made him angrier.

After all, Edward's body had already been strengthened by the Holy Light.

They also possess special skills.

After cursing for a while, Li Yuan sighed and asked:

"Tell me, what happened?"

At that moment, the gang member who was holding the phone took it back to his ear.

He said to Li Yuan in a gloomy tone:

"Listen..."

"Screw you! Did I give you permission to speak?"

Li Yuan, who was in a fit of anger, did not give that guy any face at all.

He swallowed the words the other person hadn't yet uttered.

Li Yuan shouted sternly:

"Give the phone back to my man and let him speak!"

The gang members were immediately enraged, their faces turning pale.

But in order to retrieve the lost goods, he had no choice but to endure it.

He handed the phone back to Edward's ear.

Edward gave the other person an awkward smile.

He then slowly recounted his recent experience to Li Yuan.

Two hours earlier, in a luxury apartment in Las Vegas,

Edward, who had just finished an exorcism ritual, brought Jamie along.

He waved goodbye to the client.

On the way back to the hotel, Jamie asked curiously:

"Edward, there don't seem to be any vengeful ghosts or spirits here?"

Edward waved his hand and said helplessly:

"I don't have any, but I've already received the money, and they won't let me get a refund, so I have to just give them a perfunctory response."

"These people are really strange. They're so nervous even though they have nothing to lose."

"It's called paying for peace of mind. You'll get used to it as you get more used to it."

At that moment, the two happened to pass by a nightclub.

Jamie, who had been holding back for a long time, suddenly couldn't contain himself as he looked at the dazzling signs on the street.

I'm planning to go in and chat up a girl so I can relax a bit tonight.

He slowly brought the car to a stop and said to Edward:

"Hey Edward, how about we go to a nightclub?"

Edward hesitated upon hearing this.

He had always been a good boy and had never been to a place like this before.

"Maybe we shouldn't go? It's a mess inside."

Upon hearing this, Jamie hugged Edward tightly and said with a smile:

"Come on, let's see what's different about the nightclubs in Las Vegas."

With a mix of reluctance and insistence, Edward was pulled into a nightclub on the street by Jamie.

In the dimly lit nightclub, upbeat music played.

The dance floor was packed with people, young people exuding hormones everywhere.

Jamie was perfectly at home in this situation and quickly blended in.

Edward, on the other hand, somewhat reservedly found a booth.

He drank his beverage while watching Jamie's bag.

Once you sit there, it can be more than an hour.

During this time, some girls came over to chat with him.

But Edward, being shy, politely brushed them off.

He only went to the dance floor when he couldn't hold back any longer.

He shouted to Jamie, who was passionately kissing a beautiful woman:

"Hey bro, I'm going to the restroom, you keep an eye on the bag."

Jamie, whose ambiguous atmosphere had been ruined, waved his hand somewhat angrily:

"Okay, okay, go ahead and finish up, then we'll go back to the hotel."

He then pulled his female companion, who had approached him, back to the booth where his bag was.

Edward, on the other hand, hurriedly ran to the restroom.

After relieving himself, Edward dried his hands and walked out of the bathroom with a relaxed expression.

Faintly, they could hear a woman's cries for help coming from the direction of the storage room next door.

Edward, brimming with a sense of justice, immediately became alert, thinking to himself:

"Is someone being indecent?"

Edward muttered to himself as he strode toward the storeroom.

He pushed open the door to the storage room.

To their astonishment, they discovered a blonde woman covered in blood, locked in combat with a burly man!

Edward shouted when he saw this:

"Hey! Let go of that girl! Let me handle this!"

With that, he swung his fist and charged at the burly man!

The burly man was momentarily stunned by what he heard, and the blonde woman seized the opportunity.

He was knocked unconscious on the spot by a bottle smashing over his head.

Edward, who hadn't yet reached them, slowly stopped.

He withdrew his fist, somewhat stunned, and asked hesitantly:

"Are you... alright?"

The blonde woman nervously picked up the heavy travel bag from the ground.

He limped toward the door.

As she passed Edward, she whispered something:

"Thank you, you're a good person."

Edward opened his mouth, wanting to call out to the woman.

But watching her silently walk away, Edward finally gave up.

He snapped out of his daze and knelt down beside the burly man, examining his injuries.

If there was no danger to his life, Edward planned to get up and leave.

But just then, four or five people suddenly rushed in through the door.

They saw Edward squatting next to the burly man.

He immediately drew his pistol in a tense manner and shouted a warning:

"Don't move! You son of a bitch, whose side are you on?!"

"Oh no! We've been misunderstood!"

Edward's heart tightened, and he quickly raised his hands.

He explained with an innocent look:

"I...I don't know him...I didn't do it!"

But gang members don't care about any of that.

They pressed the muzzle of their guns directly against Edward's head.

They took him to the nightclub's office.

Not long after, the burly man Moro, who had been knocked unconscious, slowly regained consciousness.

Salinas, the manager of the nightclub, also rushed over.

Salinas glared at Moro with a resentful expression and cursed angrily:

"You piece of trash, you actually got knocked out by a woman!"

Moro also felt somewhat embarrassed.

But he still stubbornly pointed at Edward, defending himself:

"That's not how it happened! That guy ambushed me, that's how that bitch Lucia got her way!"

Edward's eyes widened immediately, and he explained:

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Salinas glanced at Morrow, then looked at the innocent-looking Edward.

He asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, whose side are you on?"

Edward sighed and said helplessly:

"I've said it so many times, I'm not with that woman, I'm just an exorcist!"

As he spoke, he took out his business card and handed it to the other person:

I'm telling the truth.

Salinas didn't even look at him, and swatted his hand away.

He cursed viciously:

"I don't care what kind of exorcist you are, I want my goods! You bastard!"

From the few words spoken by those people just now

Edward also figured out what had happened.

This gang is an organization that deals in contraband.

A new shipment that arrived today was stolen by the woman Edward met.

Edward sighed helplessly, looking at Salinas.

He asked in a calm tone:

"Can I call my boss?"

That's how Edward finally made the call to Li Yuan.

Edward smiled wryly as he spoke to Li Yuan on the other end of the phone:

"Well, that's how it is, and I'm helpless about it."

Li Yuan was silent for a moment, then said to Edward:

"Give the phone to that idiot."

Edward responded and then handed over the phone.

Salinas took the phone with a grim expression and spoke irritably:

"Feed..."

However, Li Yuan did not give him a chance to speak.

Instead, they directly issued a warning:

"Listen, I don't care what the situation is with your goods."

If even a single hair on one of my men is lost before I arrive in Las Vegas tomorrow morning,

I will make you bastards disappear from this world completely.