"You…" Wyatt stammered, hardly able to contain his rage. Wilbur continued on, "Wyatt, are you sure you knew nothing of Felix's illegal mining all these years?" That had been an open secret here, but no one dared to talk about it for fear of ruffling any feathers. But now that Wilbur had exposed the truth in broad daylight, everyone wanted to know just how Wyatt and Felix were going to answer the question. Wyatt, amidst his fury, was starting to sense that something was off. The gaze of the townsfolk he had never even seen or treated as equals before now seemed to radiate an invisible pressure, bearing down hard on him. Felix, too, had never expected that these people who used to scuttle away like mice at the sight of him were now staring straight at him. Wyatt and Felix exchanged a glance, and Wyatt knew that there was going to be trouble if this went on any further. He took a deep breath, and shouted, "Nuphermen, arrest those two bastards right now! Felix, clear this p
Felix was at a loss for words, running to Wyatt and asking shakily, "Sir, what's happening here?" Wyatt was confused as well. He had not requested backup on the report. What were all these people doing here? However, on second thought, maybe his superior was just here on monitor patrol. That might be a good thing for him. His superior was one of his greatest sources of support for many years, and the main reason Wyatt was allowed to do whatever he wanted around here. More importantly, all his superior had to do was just show himself, and these wretched townsfolk would scatter like mice. Wilbur and the rest would be arrested, and everything would be over. All Wyatt had to do then was pay half of the 50 million dollars to the higher-ups above him, and the entire thing would be kept under wraps. Just then, a young man in uniform emerged from one of the Audis and walked over. At the same time, a tall, handsome female Special Forces officer walked up to the young man and greet
"What the hell are you doing?" Wyatt asked, reeling in terror. Felix was also pressed to the ground and put in handcuffs as well. "No, wait! What the hell are you doing? You've got the wrong guy, I'm on Mister Malcolm's side," Felix shouted. The young man smirked, taking out a license and flashing it at Felix. "Faron Campbell, special handler of the Seechertown Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. We received a report about Wyatt Malcolm's serious crimes and are arresting him and all parties related to be investigated." "Chief Elsa Janae of the Seechertown Special Forces Department, assisting with the disciplinary inspection. Felix Cohen, you are under arrest for suspicion of leading local crime syndicates, illegal mining, and other charges." The crowd was stunned to find out the identities of the two people, only returning to their senses after a long time. Were they the good guys? On the other hand, Felix and Wyatt were practically trembling in terror. Neithe
Faron said at once, "Boss, you called me yourself. It's only natural for me to act as soon as possible." "Why did you come as well, though?" Elsa only needed to send out a team of officers, but she had shown up herself. Elsa shrugged. "It's been stressful for me these days, so I came out to get some fresh air." Wilbur looked around him and saw that the crowd was still there. "Okay. Say a few things to these people and have them go home after this." Elsa poked Faron, who walked up to Wilbur and turned to face the crowd. "Don't worry, everyone. We're determined to weed out every last criminal and hooligan here so all of you will get the safety and peace you deserve. You can all go home now. If there's anything you'd like to report, please head to our department in town and we'll tend to you at once and promise to take all your reports seriously." The crowd erupted into cheers, leaving gleefully. Just then, Wilbur's gaze landed on a rather forlorn-looking Kenneth. "Nupherson
Wilbur stared at Skyler for some time before saying, "You sure have everything planned out." "It's a gold mine. It's going to be a waste if I just leave it here," Skyler protested. Wilbur fell silent, glancing at Faron and Elsa. Faron chuckled. "It's honestly a pretty good idea. I can help you out. It should be fine as long as we go through all the legal procedures." With Faron's words, the gold mine was sure to follow through with little issue. Wilbur gave it some thought and saw the merits of Skyler's plan as well. "Sure. We'll take a look at the gold mine after we're done with lunch and decide." Everyone else nodded, and the four of them drove off after lunch to the gold mine. There was already a team working on Felix and Wyatt's case anyway. People like Faron and Elsa hardly needed to get involved. After over an hour of driving, everyone finally arrived at the gold mine. Half the hill had been scoured. What had once been a beautiful place teeming with greenery a
Constantine had spent the past month combing through all the streets of Seechertown, using his Magic Mirror to forge the glowing ball. A slight adjustment of the glowing ball would show him everywhere he had been. A moment later, he said slowly, "Everything's tainted now. Where is he hiding?" … Over at Sealake Island, in Eileen's room. Eileen had just returned from a walk. She closed the door of her room behind her, putting her hands on the ground. A wave of spirit energy surged out, forming a barrier between her room and everything outside of it. Eileen took out something that looked like a flat disc after that, putting it on the table and channeling her spirit energy into it. The disc lit up with mysterious patterns and symbols, glowing blue. A few minutes later, four figures appeared in the blue glow. They were an old and wrinkled lady with a hunchback, a muscular man in a classy suit, an elderly scholar in his fifties donning glasses, and a young man in his thirties
"Okay, pretend I said nothing then." The young man shrugged. Eileen smiled as well. "Alright. Thank you for answering my call, Elders." She retracted her spirit energy, and put the disc away, mumbling to herself, "It seems really likely. As if that sly old fox would just give up the position of club leader otherwise." … Over at the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense, Ryder was in the office on a top-secret call. "Commander, we've detected an abnormal wave of energy similar to that of the Church of Bloodism. The Seventh Apostle has entered Seechertown. I think he's going to strike soon. I'm afraid Deacon Penn and I alone won't be enough to take on an apostle. We might need backup," Ryder said. "There's no backup, let Penn handle this. You'll just supervise and report to me on just how powerful he is. I want to know where his limits are." "That… That's really dangerous, sir," Ryder replied. "It is, but I'm sure Penn will have a way." "Yes, Commander." The c
The demon evolved from the Seventh Apostle with its lower body submerged in the blood around it, the upper half making for a terrifying sight. "This is the power of blood, O' Mighty Blood God! Take this as an offering from your loyal servant, Cadillacia the Seventh Apostle. Feast away, Mighty Blood God," Cadillacia howled in demon form. Just then, Wilbur sat up fast and practically flew out of his room, shouting, "Ryder!" Within the next ten seconds, Ryder appeared in front of him holding his suitcase. Eileen had also appeared. Wilbur headed to the city center at once. "I found the guy." Ryder and Eileen followed closely behind him. Eileen said, "Mister Penn, I'm taking whatever's on that fella this time." "Go for it if you're powerful enough to do that," said Wilbur, leaving Eileen speechless. At the same time. A bright red dot appeared on the white ball of light in front of Constantine. "Found you." Constantine did not waste another word, walking out of the chur