Chapter 93

Do you know you were wrong?

Are you still leading the gang organization?

Are you still playing the hunting game?

Huh, you still don't know you were wrong?

Tang Luo punched Leonidas repeatedly, then stopped, a flicker of surprise in his eyes: "Young man, you have great potential, you're a werewolf."

Werewolf, a person even more ruthless than a ruthless person.

Although Leonidas said with his mouth, "I was wrong."

In reality, he had absolutely no remorse; on the contrary, the resentment he conveyed kept growing.

This resentment was even merging with Leonidas's soul and spirit, forming a completely new power.

In the Journey to the West world, Leonidas is now gradually developing toward the direction of ghosts, gaining the true ability to harm people.

Not everyone who dies becomes a "ghost"; the dead are just dead, returning to dust, dissolving into heaven and earth—that's the majority.

That's why Tang Luo said the young man has great potential.

It seems conversion won't work.

Spiritual conversion also cannot succeed every time; the stubborn and unenlightened are countless.

The Leonidas before us belongs to the stubborn and unenlightened.

The curled-up Leonidas obviously also discovered his newly born power.

But he didn't show it; instead, he curled his body even tighter, shouting from his mouth: "Master, I really know I was wrong, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Leonidas felt his "body" slowly dissipating, his consciousness fading!

This is the impact of killing intent; the other party actually wants to kill him!

"Die!"

He fiercely raised his hand, unreservedly directing the newly born power toward Tang Luo and releasing it.

Tang Luo casually waved his hand, and the yin energy and Leonidas completely dissipated in midair.

"Foolish child, foolish child." Tang Luo let go of his hand, stepped back.

Leonidas's head tilted, completely silent.

The resentment was successfully dispelled.

The old butler froze, looking at Leonidas and said: "Young master..."

"This person is stubborn and unenlightened; I, the poor monk, can only cut off karma and eliminate evil, lest this person bring harm to the world in the future." Tang Luo spoke like a high monk, but his words carried a demonic force that hit one in the face.

"Ah!" The old butler shouted loudly, lunging fiercely at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo reached out, flicked his finger, and the old butler flew backward, appearing mostly intact, but his brain had turned completely into paste from that flick.

"Amitabha."

After chanting the Buddha's name, Tang Luo, who had successfully converted, left the Sullivan estate with the Heavenly Hound.

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The goal of our Conversion Association is to convert evil people, purify sin, and restore clarity to heaven and earth!

Using sinful bodies to purify sin is our final way of atonement.

Help elderly grandmothers cross the road!

That's right, help elderly grandmothers cross the road!

Visit lonely elderly people!

I want to do charity, don't stop me, I want to build schools!

Looking at the video where one second they were full of killing intent, the next they wanted to visit lonely elderly people, spread laughter and love, frenzied yet somewhat comical, like a bunch of schizophrenics, the managers of the chain hotels all furrowed their brows.

It has been a full week since the Sullivan family was wiped out overnight.

A strange organization—the Conversion Association—has also quietly emerged.

It began burning like a prairie fire, though it hasn't swept the entire shadow world, it has successfully drawn the attention of many big shots, prompting vigilance and caution.

Those currently in the meeting are the thirteen managers of the chain hotels.

"What's going on with this association?" someone asked.

"Are you hiding in some remote mountains and forests?" a manager couldn't help but say; this isn't a small matter, nor is it just a day or two, but seven or eight days!

You acting like "I know nothing" — what does that mean?

The relationship among the managers isn't a solid block either; there is disdain, there is pettiness.

But at critical moments, they can all set aside their past differences and unite.

When united, encountering that kind of slack teammate is also quite helpless.

"I went on vacation to the island for a month, just came back the day before yesterday." The old man who asked the question rubbed his thinning hair, his face showing a lecherous expression: "Those young ladies almost drained me dry. After all, I'm old—I used to be able to—"

"Before you were drained, shouldn't you have handed over the next person in line! So that if you die in bed, there's at least an heir." Someone interrupted the old man's words.

This old man Franklin is currently the most senior among the managers, belonging to the only grandfather-level figure.

And the youngest manager, by generation, is considered his "grandson."

"Let me explain the situation to Mr. Franklin, and also take a look to see if everyone's received information differs, and whether we need to supplement." A bespectacled, stern-faced manager said, beginning to operate the computer in front of him.

On the screen appeared a face—not anyone else, but Wayne Kate.

"Wayne Kate, Messenger of Death; regarding his information, no need to elaborate. This Conversion Association was founded by him, and all its members are assassins."

"The goal of the Conversion Association is to 'purify sin, guide people toward goodness'."

"Guide people toward goodness?" someone angrily said, "Their way of guiding people toward goodness is to completely wipe out a family?"

Among the thirteen families, the Sullivan family has been wiped out, no longer existing.

Two days ago, the Falcone family was also exterminated, its members either dead or fled.

A black mafia family that had been passed down for a hundred years just disappeared so abruptly.

"That's how the Purification Association sees it." The bespectacled man was very calm. "Purifying sins is also equivalent to guiding people toward goodness. A reminder: the eldest son of the Falcone family, originally the next heir, has now also joined the Purification Association. The image was a bit blurry, so you might not have seen clearly—just now, the person helping the old grandmother cross the street was him."

"Wait, I remember Craig doesn't like interrupting people by breaking their legs the most."

"No mistake, so now he just wants to help people with mobility issues cross the street." The bespectacled man said with a joke that wasn't funny at all, "In a sense, the Purification Association is indeed guiding people toward goodness."

"……" The hotel managers were all speechless for a moment.

This is crazy!

"Who can tell me what Wayne Kate is trying to do by creating this association? Is it revenge against us?" someone asked.

An assassin on a death warrant created an organization.

Started mass slaughter—definitely revenge for not escaping!

"As for his purpose, we can look at this." The bespectacled man opened a video.

Inside was Wayne Kate's gloomy, decadent face, yet with a warm, sunny smile on it, making people extremely uncomfortable.

"Friends of the Shadow World, good evening, everyone."

The video was likely recorded at night.

After greeting everyone with excessive sunshine, Wayne Kate suddenly leaned his face forward and shouted loudly, "The poor monk will purify you all!"

After the roar, the screen went completely black.

"……"

"……"

"Is he crazy?"

"Did he hit his head when being hunted?"

"I think he really is taking revenge." The bespectacled man adjusted his glasses and continued calmly, "But it's not just revenge against our hotel chain—he wants revenge on the entire Shadow World. He aims to overturn the entire Shadow World, just like the Sullivan and Falcone families were overthrown."

"Indeed, he's crazy." Someone sneered, "Trying to establish a new order?"

The order of the Shadow World has been passed down for a long time.

Everyone who tried to overturn it and build a new order has disappeared under the might of that order.

"No, please note my wording just now—I said 'overturn,' not 'build.'" The bespectacled man said, "He is merely engaging in pure destruction, with no intention of establishing a new order. Let's look at this document."

The document shows that after the Sullivan family was wiped out, some dark forces began fighting, trying to seize the Sullivan family's original territory.

As a result, within less than a day, those forces were all tracked down by Wayne Kate.

After that……those forces ceased to exist.

The dissolution process was clean and decisive—simpler than withdrawing from some university departments—no need to write thousands of words of self-criticism.

"He's just purely killing people, then gathering a group of like-minded killers to kill together." A manager concluded.

"That terrifying? That what." Franklin shouted loudly, "I just remembered—I have a very suitable heir candidate. Since everyone's here now, let's just vote, so I can retire. After all, I'm eighty-five."

Everyone looked speechlessly at this shameless old man.

But it's good that this old man retired—at least he won't drag them down.

When there's something to be done together, contact Franklin—result: this guy didn't get the message in bed, and this kind of thing has happened before.

"Come, come, I've brought the candidates." Franklin stood up, walked to the room's main door, and opened the sliding door.

A man with long hair and stubble walked in, with a small husky sitting on his shoulder.

"You!"

Before the many managers could exclaim, *pa-ta*—Franklin immediately closed the door again.

He said to Tang Luo: "Master, I'm leaving now."

"Go ahead." Tang Luo said.

Franklin pulled a sharp dagger from his pocket, stepped back two steps, without hesitation, and slit his own throat.

Blood sprayed out, ending his sinful life.

When Tang Luo purified that old man mentally, he had planned to commit suicide, feeling unworthy to live in the world.

After being persuaded by Tang Luo, he decided to play his final role in the "Great Purification Cause" before choosing death.

Blood flowed across the ground.

Even though these managers were well-traveled and knowledgeable, they still felt a chill run through their bodies.

It wasn't that they had never seen a dead person—but they had never seen such a clean, decisive, willing suicide.

Not some brainwashed death warrior trained from childhood.

This was Franklin—some people, from the moment they were born, he was already one of the hotel chain's managers!

The lofty rule-maker and maintainer.

The man standing at the peak of the Shadow World—even if he's old now and looks like a lecherous old fool, his identity cannot be hidden.

He was their peer, their senior—and then, so easily and strangely, he committed suicide right before their eyes.

"The poor monk said he would come to purify you." Tang Luo placed his hand on the table, slightly lowered his body, and said to the twelve managers.

"Besides, I heard someone talking about killing and revenge."

"Can a monastic's act be called killing? This is cutting off karma, punishing evil and promoting good—it is great merit."

Of course it is great merit.

Since entering this mission world until now, Tang Luo is no longer just "the master with only one-tenth of his strength left."

Now he is a man with one-tenth of his strength!