Chapter 125: Gunfire, Combat, The Hand

But at this moment, as if sensing Louis’s gaze.

The drowned female ghost wandering near Mia immediately possessed her.

Mia instantly began convulsing wildly, as if having an epileptic seizure, her eyes glazed, expression slack, saliva dripping from her lips—joy~ joy~ joy~

Awesome!

Under the violent impact, Mia gradually lost control of her body, rising to her feet possessed by the drowned ghost, snatching the nearby table and slamming it toward Louis.

Louis ducked low, kicked Mia over with one swift foot, stomped firmly on her body, and pulled a pair of red chopsticks from his pocket, pinching her middle finger with brutal force!

“Aaaahhhhh!!”

In the piercing shriek, two distinct tones seemed to intertwine.

The next instant, unable to bear the agony, a soul shot violently out of Mia’s body—before it could act, Louis flicked his tongue, opened his mouth, and swallowed the malevolent spirit whole.

The entire sequence flowed like water, without the slightest hesitation.

After finishing this, Louis picked up the severed arm, glanced at Mia still moaning beside him—her eyes rolled white, saliva pooling on the floor—and frowned.

Repeated possession by malevolent spirits in such a short time has damaged her mind.

She’ll likely become an idiot.

Louis shook his head and prepared to leave.

At that moment, Nancy, who had been huddled in the corner with Patricia guarding several students, stepped forward, “Excuse me, who are you?”

Louis ignored her and walked out on his own.

Watching Louis depart, seeing the windows and doors no longer flail wildly and the spectral shadows vanish, the group slowly relaxed, “Just now… we saw a ghost, right?”

“Probably… yes?”

“So that man must be an exorcist?”

“So cool—he looks so young.”

“I think so, but what about this one?”

“Nancy?” Patricia whispered urgently beside her ear.

Nancy snapped back to attention—the man’s appearance triggered a memory: black suit, smoking, confidence…

It was like another very confident man.

“I’m fine. Let’s clean up here quickly.”

“Everyone, I know what happened today must have been…”

After giving instructions, Mia on the floor suddenly stirred, sat up, swaying her head, muttering infantile gibberish.

The group exchanged uneasy glances.

In the end, they chose to call the police.

…

Just after carrying the arm out of the classroom and into the campus, Louis examined the severed limb in his hand.

The dark brown arm looked utterly ordinary—yet this single limb could attract malevolent spirits?

If the family’s intelligence was accurate, how powerful must the sorcerer who summoned these witchcraft spirits be? What accident caused him to lose his arm—was he injured? Or… dead?

Louis was curious about its origin. Fortunately, there was a clue: Native Americans. Perhaps the family could investigate from there.

As Louis pondered this, his step subtly paused—he slapped two talismans onto his calf and sprinted off at full speed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

As Louis ran, a chain reaction triggered—a barrage of gunfire erupted.

Four gunmen suddenly emerged from both sides of the campus, firing nonstop at Louis.

Bullets moved at incredible speed—those who could dodge them were absolute masters, and Louis couldn’t dodge them—but he could dodge the gun barrels!

With the enhancement of the Horse Spirit Speed Technique, his legs moved with greater agility, effortlessly dodging incoming bullets as he slid flat along the ground and ducked behind the fountain.

The four gunmen halted their firing, exchanged a hand signal, and began silently spreading out to approach Louis’s position.

Whoosh!

Louis burst out into view—four men in sight, four blood curse beads glinting on their wrists.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four thuds followed in quick succession—the four gunmen were instantly killed!

But Louis didn’t stop—he sprinted again, faster! More urgently!

All of it, just to evade one lethal bullet.

His enhanced senses could feel it—the chilling sensation of being watched, no, being targeted—clinging to him like a shadow.

Finally, Louis launched himself into a dive toward the school building’s pillar.

Bang!

Simultaneously, a deafening gunshot echoed.

The terrifying kinetic force instantly blasted a small crater into the school wall.

That was definitely a sniper rifle!

Behind the wall, Louis breathed heavily.

He didn’t understand—why had assassins suddenly appeared? Had he made enemies? Hadn’t he only killed malevolent spirits and monsters so far?

Hss, wait—he’d killed plenty of traffickers and addicts too, but that wasn’t the point; those scumbags wouldn’t pay such a high price for revenge.

So who was this opponent?

After racking his brain, only one possibility remained: family enemies. But many questions still lingered.

Regardless of who it was, anyone who dared assassinate me must pay!

Louis activated his will—the three curses lingering near the school began moving closer, while Louis bit his finger and dripped blood onto the Horse Spirit Speed talisman.

The Horse Spirit Speed Technique still had room for improvement—its maximum level required killing two horses and binding their spirits into the talisman, with enhancement depending on the horse’s quality. Louis, however, was now using blood to activate the talisman’s power, temporarily mimicking the effect of binding a horse’s spirit.

Of course, there were side effects—his legs would likely be unusable for running for quite some time.

As Louis acted, on a rooftop, the white woman who had been monitoring Mia furrowed her brow—she didn’t understand who this sudden intruder was that had eliminated Number Five.

She’d assumed he was some wild medium—someone the Regulatory Division could handle. But his methods were bizarre; four gunmen vanished without explanation.

And now he’d sensed the sniper’s aim and moved with such speed—this skill and instinct…

The white woman’s eyes hardened. She shifted position, her sniper rifle still locked onto Louis’s location.

Suddenly—

A figure darted into her scope at blinding speed.

Bang!

Missed. Where is he?

No—he’s approaching me!

What is he trying to do? Find me? Are you kidding?

The woman’s mind raced, her feet moving as she shifted position, attempting to reacquire Louis in her sights.

But when she saw him again, he was already dangerously close!

“No—I need to retreat.”

“Shit, these damn freaks!”

Vrrrr!

Her phone vibrated. She glanced at it—her superior. She answered.

“A marked individual has approached your monitored Number Five. Male, black hair, blue eyes. Target is special. Do not engage.”

“Too late.”

The woman hung up decisively and began withdrawing.

“Marked individuals” referred to those with special abilities or those who had damaged company property but were temporarily off-limits—both were highly unusual.

But it was too late—the message arrived too late. She had already acted.

She only hoped this marked individual’s abilities weren’t too terrifying—if he was like those alien races, she might not escape.

Arriving at the changing room, she shed her black jacket and began rapidly changing clothes.

But—

Footsteps approached.

Three figures in black robes passed by.

The hidden white woman exhaled in relief.

The three black-robed figures suddenly charged in, heading straight for her hiding spot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The woman immediately drew another pistol and fired.

But a horrifying scene unfolded.

The three black-robed figures moved as if untouched—even as bullets pierced their bodies, they kept advancing!

Are they even human?!

No—escape first.

The woman spun around and began climbing out the window.

But—

Louis, who had silently appeared behind the curse, watched her coldly, the blood curse beads on his wrist glowing faintly.

Bang!

The woman’s two legs instantly burst with ruptured blood vessels, blood piercing through her pants and spraying out.

“Ahh!!”

She screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground.

Before she could counterattack further.

Boom! Boom!

The blood vessels in both her arms also ruptured in succession—now, all four of her limbs were ruined!

Gu Er and Gu San stepped forward, stripping her clothes clean; inside were all manner of items—knives, pocket pistols, steel needles, throwing darts, and bottles of unknown substances, whether poison or cosmetics…

As she bled out, her face gradually turned pale.

Only then did Louis step forward, standing behind Gu Yi, facing her.

“I’ll give you one chance: live or die.”

At these words, a flicker of survival instinct flashed in the woman’s eyes, but she immediately abandoned it.

“What’s your name? Who are you? Why did you come to kill me?”

“I’m from the Church. I killed you on the Pope’s orders—you’re a freak, understand? A freak.”

Louis shook his head; he wasn’t foolish enough to be provoked by such words, but this woman wouldn’t find peace from now on.

“It seems your will is strong—you’re not afraid of death. But I wonder if you can endure torture and the price after death.”

The price after death?

The woman seemed to recall something.

But Louis no longer wished to hear her speak—and time was running out. He simply ordered Gu Er to drag her forward.

At that moment, two black stretch limousines screeched to a halt; inside, various firearms were visible—it was the family’s men arriving. Upon arrival, Louis gave the order; without a word, they swiftly loaded her into the vehicles.

Louis also got into the car.

They departed swiftly, every movement clean and precise.

Almost immediately afterward, Orlando police arrived.

A shooting had occurred at a prestigious private school—sounds suggested multiple firearms engaged in combat; naturally, they responded quickly.

Upon entering, the police quickly found four corpses and began searching them for clues.

Meanwhile,

Louis sat in the car, rubbing his temples in pain, pondering what had just happened.

The woman was clearly a specially trained operative; in this era, few factions possessed personnel with such expertise.

But it didn’t make sense!

I’ve always been a nobody!

The family may be part of the underworld, but we’ve never broken order or defied these capitalists’ rules—why would they target me?

So, why?

“Perhaps I unknowingly made a mistake and offended some faction?”

Louis muttered to himself.

(End of Chapter)