I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 544

The corpse, engulfed in flames, gradually slowed its descent from the sky, burning to ashes before hitting the ground.

This allowed the fireball to linger in the air for longer, making it look like a beautiful yet desperate fireball.

Most of the extraordinary beings who came here were already aware of what kind of outcome they would face, so they seized the opportunity while Su Fan was talking to the trio and tried their best to escape.

But without exception, they all failed, turning into paint that dyed the sky red.

The trio watched this scene with dry throats, wanting to say something but unable to utter a sound.

These opportunists have no gratitude or reverence whatsoever. They treat the lives of others as worthless for the sake of profit, and in the end, they have no one to blame but themselves for their fate.

Having learned everything, they had no grounds to condemn Su Fan's actions.

Even so, they couldn't bear to watch and sighed.

This explains Su Fan's previous response.

"Some people are more valuable when they die than when they live."

They live only to fight for power and profit, form cliques, and may even cooperate with the cult for their own status, putting the people of the entire city and even the entire country in danger.

Their deaths will serve as a deterrent to many who lurk in the shadows, harboring schemes but refusing to act, lest they lose their lives for short-term gains.

"I'm very busy. I have to outwit and outmaneuver a bunch of lunatics and find ways to protect the weak mortals. So I'm thinking that at least I shouldn't let those stupid and wicked hyenas follow me around, ready to ambush and stab me from behind at any time."

"Whether you exaggerate or downplay it, you can report back however you like, just don't stand in my way right now."

The trio opposite silently stepped aside.

They subconsciously felt that Su Fan's behavior was inappropriate, but they couldn't find a reason to stop him.

They had even considered using the pretext of recruiting these people to help fight against the cult to save their lives.

But even they themselves found such reasons laughable.

Even if the powerful figure before them is truly magnanimous and saintly, willing to forgive those who once attempted to kill their relatives and loved ones.

But is someone who can't even withstand a simple wind blade from him really worth recruiting?

Even a thousand students who only know addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division cannot understand a proof that a mathematician casually wrote down after a month of study.

It's as if all the extraordinary beings here combined are no match for this one.

Thinking about this, the three of them felt in unison that the other party was far too approachable to negotiate with them in this way, and even explained the cause and effect in a kind and gentle manner.

Because he could have crushed them, along with those who tried to escape, without saying a word.

It’s ridiculous.

The team leader twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a dry laugh.

"Captain, what should we do now?"

The female team member standing to the left of the team leader seemed a little lost and subconsciously asked the team's leader.

Having lost the drive and spirit to complete the mission, she felt the place growing increasingly silent and terrifying, as if the souls of those killed by Su Fan were still lingering around her.

"Since the recorders and electronic devices are no longer useful, is there any need to continue the investigation?"

"The investigation mission has been terminated."

The team leader breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's no need to go over there. As for the report, just go back and objectively describe the process."

"Let's stay here until the barrier is lifted. After that person's sweep, at least we don't have to worry about being attacked by evil forces..."

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Figures moved among the low buildings and streets, each step covering a distance of about ten meters.

Their speed was no less than that of a moving car, but for some reason, their faces were full of terror.

"How much longer will that damned thing take to catch up?!"

"We should be only about 200 meters away now. The last messenger is already dead."

The speaker's tone carried a sense of sorrow, as if the rabbit had died and the fox was mourning.

"Why have you slowed down?! Are you running out of energy? Should we rest a bit and then fight him? Don't forget he's injured!"

Some people were filled with doubt and a sense of wishful thinking.

"You son of a bitch, have you lost your mind?! He's just playing us!"

The person who asked the question at the beginning was very irritable.

“You have no idea what real terror is. We are indeed much stronger than ordinary people, but in front of that guy we are still like tiny insects.”

"Now our only chance of survival is to find those two women as soon as possible and use their lives as a bargaining chip!"

He grew increasingly anxious, constantly asking himself why this was happening.

Unlike other self-important superhumans, Kasper did not feel that he could be separated from the social system, even though he possessed power far beyond that of ordinary people.

He was convinced that he could not achieve the status and freedom he desired on his own.

So in just two months, he built a superhuman little group centered around himself, taking on numerous commissions. These included both respectable and unremarkable individuals.

By day they are heroes who punish evil and promote good, by night they are executioners who pave the way for drug lords and gangsters.

Casper was adept at networking and completed numerous commissions efficiently. His team quickly rose to prominence in high society, gradually moving away from jobs like exorcisms and murders and instead developing into a higher-level security consultant.

However, as the Bible says, the gate to the Kingdom of Heaven is narrow.

Although he and his team members were different from "wild dogs," they were still just "domestic dogs" and could not catch the eye of important figures.

If you want to go further, you must do something to open the door for the top echelons, and then use that as an opportunity to get more resources.

After waiting for more than half a year, Kasper finally got this opportunity.

He snatched the opportunity to participate in this encirclement and suppression operation from among numerous competitors for himself and the rest of his team.

The Autumn of Persephone.

This was the name given to this operation by the powerful noble families.

In Greek mythology, the goddess of spring was abducted to the underworld by Hades, and her departure led to the desolate autumn and winter in the human world.

After seeing the photo of the target, Kasper admired the person who named the plan.

The nun's casual glance back in the photo seems to brighten up the colors around her.

The nickname Persephone is truly fitting.

Kasper, who was lamenting the impending death of such a beautiful woman, never imagined that what seemed like an easy hunt would turn into a battle royale.

Now, he and his remaining members are like stray dogs, constantly fleeing, not daring to stop even when they are spitting blood.

Because the real Grim Reaper was right behind them, slowly and leisurely approaching them.

(End of this chapter)