Demigod Mage in America

David followed the man in the suit into a room, while his underling, Ryan, was left outside.

"Don't run around the room, or no one can save you if something happens."

A burly man led Ryan into the room, gave him a stern warning, and then tried to leave.

"Come back." Upon hearing this, the man's expression turned dazed, and he closed the door with a blank look in his eyes.

He turned and walked up to Ryan.

"Kneel down, I'll ask, you answer."

The man lay prostrate on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

"Who here has clean hands?"

Shake his head.

"So you mean you've all killed people? And why?"

"We lure girls here, inject them with drugs, control them with drugs, and offer them to our clients..."

Raine listened, her face expressionless the entire time.

Is there a girl named Elena here?

"Yes, she's in the boss's room."

"take me."

Meanwhile, in the other room...

Murphy stared at the two items in front of him with a livid expression.

"These belong to Steel Bull and Wild Boar. How much do you think they're worth?"

His hands were clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, his face flushed red, and veins bulging on his forehead.

His rapid breathing could be heard throughout the room.

There were several people nearby, some dressed as doctors and some as deliverymen, making a total of five including David.

Murphy remained silent for a long time, but a woman next to him opened her mouth and said, "What is this? It stinks!"

As she spoke, she stood up and came to David's side, straddling his body with her long legs, and bent over to expose her chest to David.

But she soon had to stop, because a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wing was pressed against her heart.

"Don't get too close, Queen Bee. I don't want any unpleasantness to happen."

The woman's face turned ashen, but seeing the scalpel so close at hand, she had no choice but to give up.

They look down on Murphy because he can't threaten people from a distance, but he's still quite intimidating if you get close.

Its ability to directly penetrate flesh and cut through internal organs is quite impressive.

Who is your new boss?

Murphy snapped out of his daze, composed himself, and tapped on the armrest.

Steel Bull died where the police fought the monster, yet now he's standing right in front of him.

What does this mean?

This means that the people behind David are in cahoots with the police; otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to get the body from the police, and he had never heard of any theft.

Murphy knew David well; he had sensed something was wrong when all the men David had sent out died silently.

Seeing this man appear before her with such confidence, Murphy knew that he must have found a new backer.

That confidence wasn't feigned; the other party genuinely believed that his new backer could rival or even crush him.

Who could it be? Other gangs? No, those connected to the police might be from within their ranks.

Is it...

Murphy's face paled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He recalled his encounter at Resorts World, and that woman!

"My boss said you're not qualified to know him."

David's hands, hidden under the table, were trembling. He placed the scalpel next to his notebook, ready to quickly cut open the throats of everyone present if anything happened.

Under Rein's pressure and through training on missions, he has begun to master his abilities.

The two stared at each other for a while.

"Tch!" Murphy suddenly laughed. He stood up and pointed at David: "As expected, with a new owner, a dog is still a dog, it doesn't even have the courage to bark..."

Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed, because a text interface suddenly popped up in front of him.

"What is this?!"

The people next to them had the same expression, because they had all received a message box.

[You have been chosen as the prey for the Night of the Hunt. Tonight, as the clock strikes midnight, hunters will join the battle. Run, struggle, fight back! Kill the hunters, or be killed by them. Each hunter killed earns you $10. The side that wins the hunt will receive $100 million and a city-level wish, even if it's just to become the lord of a city.]

Murphy's eyes widened as he reached out to grab the words in front of him, but his hand passed right through the illusory screen of light.

"You have them too, right?"

The others nodded in agreement, their faces showing a mixture of anger and fear.

But Murphy's eyes held a hint of greed.

David's expression froze, because a notification popped up in front of him as well.

[List of targets released]

[Core Target: Hawkeye Murphy]

Secondary targets: Queen Bee Jennifer, Scorpion Tail Eddie...

At the same time, faint red light emanated from the people in front of him, and a pillar of light that only David could see reached the heavens and the earth.

But he immediately realized that it was his boss who had intervened.

Raine stood at the basement door, smelling the stench, his face expressionless.

"There are corpses all over here, but some are still alive..."

"I saw it," Ryan interrupted the man. In his eyes, the basement was filled with resentment.

If an ordinary person were born with clairvoyance, or could communicate through spirits, they would probably be terrified and faint.

It was like a tangible resentment swirling in the stairwell; if it were to take another step, it would condense into a physical entity, and become a resentful spirit even more powerful than Zhang Tuan.

When Raine was working as an adventurer, he published a paper that simply classified ghosts into several levels.

The first type is ghosts, which can only cause simple effects, such as turning lights on and off or making footsteps. They tend to scare people and are often bound to one place, unable to move.

Then there are evil spirits like Zhang Tuan, who have acquired some intelligence but still act on instinct. They can influence living people with their mental power and often have a vessel that they can move with.

The next step is the vengeful spirits before us. If they release their resentment, the surrounding environment will instantly turn into a dead zone.

This area will then become a lair for vengeful spirits, and if they absorb enough death energy, they can even become a lord.

The basement in front of us is already very close to being haunted by vengeful spirits. We must either release their resentment or destroy them.

Raine closed his eyes and unfurled the magic net, covering the entire Manhattan.

Everything else is no longer important; all he wants now is to launch an event.

when!when!when!

It was as if the whole of New York could hear a distant chime.

"A hallucination? No, something has happened." Yukihime finished her green tea in one gulp, picked up her nearly two-meter-long sword and wakizashi, and jumped out of the window.

There was a hundred meters in the air below, but she was running as fast as if she were on an invisible ground.

At the New York Police Department, Raymond suddenly received a phone call.

"All police officers return to their posts and await further instructions?! What... Yes, I understand." After hanging up the phone, Raymond remained silent.

After a while, he got up and walked outside.

"Notify all team members to return to the station and stand by."

Throughout New York, countless phone calls were made and relayed to various departments.

At this moment, Yukihime stood atop the Annenberg Building at Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan, looking down at her surroundings.

Her orders were to eliminate any anomalies in the vicinity, but so far, she has not seen anything unusual at all.

Yuki glanced over and noticed that several homeless people suddenly stood up from the crowd, but she didn't pay any attention to it.

Homelessness is so common in America that she might only pay a few glances at it if she were in her distant Eastern homeland.

But here, someone will come and take care of it when it gets light.

"Where is he? Maybe... I should go find that man and have some fun?"

Yukihime smiled as she recalled the mark she had left behind.

Cheating on her turf and getting the better deal—this can't be left like this.

With that in mind, she focused her attention on the area around 96th Street, where she had left her mark. She decided to go and take a look there.