Chapter 81: Recruiting Talent, Subduing the Man-Demon

Regarding this.

Louis did not know.

His understanding of this world was still too shallow; he felt that after returning this time, perhaps he should go and have a chat with his grandfather.

Having risen from that era of war and chaos and established a gang family in Miami that had thrived to this day, the old man's capabilities were beyond doubt, and time would have allowed him to learn many more secrets.

Surely, there would be a harvest then.

Before that, Louis looked at the somewhat nervous and uneasy Minnie; such rare talent was worth winning over.

No matter the time, true talent is always rare, and what is most lacking is precisely true talent!

Not to mention anything else, just this ability to instinctively activate, have an out-of-body soul experience, and possess slight precognition when encountering danger—if she became one of his own, it would be equivalent to adding an insurance policy for his own safety.

Minnie looked at Louis's slightly burning gaze and tightened her fists in unease. Although the handsome man before her was indeed very handsome, and also very mysterious and powerful, she really didn't have that intention. The other party was just too... dangerous. All she could feel was fear and some gratitude, no admiration.

But what if... what should she do?

"What is your name?"

"Sorry, I don't like that."

???

Louis frowned. What the hell? A downer!

Minnie was startled, then immediately realized he was asking for her full name. She felt a sudden sense of shame and hurriedly replied.

"Minnie, Minnie Hayes."

"Good. Are you interested in working in Miami?"

"Ah?"

"I can tell you are a high school student, and your family background should be average. If nothing unexpected happens, you won't have much chance to go to college, nor will you have the opportunity to make big money. After graduation, you'll probably go be a waitress? Or sales? Or some other low-threshold profession.

Then you'll live freely for a few years, and when you're older, you'll meet some mediocre man to marry during a fling. If you're unlucky, you might even get divorced in a few years, your quality of life will drop, and you'll have to worry about mortgages, car loans, medical insurance, and children's tuition every day... If you can't afford it one day, the bank will take your house... If some accident happens, you won't even be able to afford medical insurance..."

Everything Louis said was true, and it was the norm for people of her class in America.

This was still the present, where the pressure was actually relatively small and life was more affluent; one could say Louis was exaggerating. But once the Soviet Union collapsed and America ended its concessions to the lower classes, everything Louis said would become reality, and perhaps even more severe.

Minnie's face turned ugly as she listened.

She indeed had no skills, her academic performance was very average, and she was even at the stage where she had just graduated and was worrying about what to do. But this vague belittling still made her slightly dissatisfied.

"So?"

"So? I can provide you with a generous job, a job that can even make you financially free. What do you think?"

As Louis spoke, he took out a check.

Holding the check and looking at the number on it, Minnie was stunned; she couldn't believe her eyes.

Ten thousand dollars!

This was a huge fortune!

Her parents' combined annual salary was less than thirty thousand, and this check in her hand was already nearly half of that.

"I think I can perhaps call you Boss now. But Boss, what will I do? I mean, my job." Minnie changed her tone very smoothly and said with a hint of relief.

Facing money, children born in America know better what attitude to take.

Casually taking out ten thousand dollars, this person must be a big shot; she had to seize the opportunity.

Seeing this, Louis felt it necessary to remind her and, incidentally, make her recognize reality.

"Nothing much, just utilizing your special ability. This time you should know that this world is different, and you are also different from ordinary people. You and your classmates are no longer the same kind of people; staying here will only make you an outcast."

Hearing this, Minnie, who was worried about whether she was going over to be some kind of research subject, looked at some of her classmates staying outside the bus. They were looking at her, and the look in their eyes was no longer just the curiosity and gratitude from before, but mixed with a kind of... strangeness? Or fear? Or perhaps probing?

Even her boyfriend seemed to be avoiding her gaze.

She didn't quite know what these were, but she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

After a brief hesitation.

"Alright, Boss, I agree."

"A wise choice."

Subsequently, Louis communicated with the other party for a while, informing her of his name and some subsequent arrangements.

Minnie had already graduated; this time was just their graduation competition, so she could go to Miami at any time now.

After going there, someone would pick her up, and her initial work would just be to approach a middle-aged woman named Elise. If possible, she was to become the woman's assistant or disciple.

The conversation ended.

Louis's ears twitched slightly at this moment, and a smile appeared on his face. "Let's go, get off the bus."

?

Although she didn't understand why Louis asked her to get off the bus, her status was different now, so Minnie obediently got off.

But Louis did not move; instead, he got up and went to the back seat of the school bus.

Tilting his head slightly, he saw a head under the seat.

The angular, pitch-black stratum corneum, a mouthful of white teeth, a scarlet tongue—who else could it be?

Louis could see it, and it also saw Louis. Terror and hatred flashed in its eyes, but its actions were very honest.

The cannibal's head hurriedly stuck out its tongue, constantly pushing against the bus floor, moving the head backward. Looking at the faint wet marks on the ground, it must have relied on its tongue to move and hide under the seat.

Although he didn't understand how another head had suddenly popped out, it didn't matter; one by one.

Louis first opened the iron box, seeing the shriveled head inside with its eyes tightly shut, motionless.

"So that's it. Consciousness transferred to another head. Not a bad brain, and plenty of tricks."

Thinking of this, Louis took out a dagger and stabbed the head under the seat. The head still tried to resist, spitting out its highly elastic tongue, wanting to launch the head into the air to attack, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.

In the narrow space, the knife nailed it firmly in place.

Pulling it out, he stirred it twice with the knife, then picked up the fire extinguisher from the bus and smashed it down hard.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Juices splattered everywhere, red and white.

Not until it was smashed into a flat shape, resembling a Shandong pancake.

Did Louis point a ball of fire to burn it clean.

At this moment, the head trapped in the iron box also suddenly opened its eyes and let out a roar, "Hoo-hoo-ah-ah-ah!!"

But Louis only wanted to laugh at the sight. Without a throat or a body, even your roar leaks air; who are you trying to intimidate? It was truly ridiculous.

Sealing the iron box, he packed it in a bag.

An efficient, high-quality, wireless-endurance Blood Curse Art permanent item—the Heart-Stirring Cannibal, acquired!

(End of chapter)