Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

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Lin Yan was about to strike Cui Xinyue with a palm strike—

"boom!"

The door suddenly burst open.

Smoke bombs were thrown in from outside the door, tumbling and exploding in the air.

The hotel was instantly filled with smoke, a white haze, so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

One by one, the messengers of hell coughed violently, their eyes stinging from the fumes.

Several quick-thinking individuals slapped the ram's head pendant on their chests.

The demonic power surged from the pendant, which made him feel a little better.

They looked up, squinting at the doorway, trying to see who dared to attack them!

Infrared sights lit up in the smoke, like the eyes of a predator.

A sharp shout rang out: "Anomaly Management Bureau, on duty!"

The messengers of hell narrowed their eyes.

Anomaly Management Bureau?

Is that the Ghost Inspection Bureau of Xia Kingdom?

That's incredibly audacious!

The leader of Group Seven was the first to react, and sneered:

"They don't think we're just ordinary criminals like a smuggling gang, do they?"

Brothers, let the mortals of the Anomaly Management Bureau witness the methods of hell!

A series of wicked laughs rang out:

"Alright, let them see the difference between mortals and superhumans."

"Even the ghost prosecutors are afraid of us, so what makes them any different?"

Lin Yan quietly retreated, her pretty face icy cold.

She didn't think the investigators from the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs were as useless as the prosecutors from the Bureau of Ghost Investigations.

How did the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs end up here?

She looked at the blue whale emblem on the investigators' chests.

This is... the Blue Whale Squadron!

I thought the Blue Whales would go to pick up my clone, but I didn't expect them to appear here!

She cast a hostile glance at the hellish messengers who were confronting the investigators.

Could there be a spy among these people who leaked the information?

At this moment, an investigator shouted:

"There are wounded here! Ambulance!"

The wounded soldier refers to Cui Dajun.

The investigators knew, of course, that Cui Dajun was definitely involved in something, but the soldiers of Xia Kingdom were humanitarians and would prioritize saving lives.

Cui Xinyue cried out:

"Here! Save my dad!"

Lin Yan's eyes darted around, and she rushed to Cui Xinyue's side in two steps, grabbed her shoulder, and leaped up to the second floor.

.....

Baiyun Town, a hillside.

Yang Xiao followed the puppeteer here.

He stared intently at the box in the puppeteer's hands, his gaze fixed on it like a nail.

What's in here?

The Dark Council's secret weapon?

The puppeteer put down the box and opened it. Yang Xiao's eyes followed it intently.

After seeing what was in the box, he frowned.

Nothing special.

It was completely filled with hundred-dollar bills.

Strangely, there were also two bundles of yellow A4 paper and a bundle of incense and candles inside.

Yang Xiao's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

Could this be some kind of ritual related to hell?

If this ritual poses a threat to Mr. Twilight, then tonight is the puppeteer's death day.

The puppeteer took out a yellow A4 sheet of paper, lit it with a lighter, and placed it by the roadside.

He sat on the ground, picked up the bundle of incense sticks, lit them, and carefully stuck them into the soil.

Yang Xiao sensed it—there was no spiritual energy fluctuation.

He could no longer contain his curiosity and asked:

"Boss, what are you doing?"

The puppeteer turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression:

"Aren't you from the Xia Kingdom? How come you can't tell I'm holding a memorial service?"

Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment.

It really does look a bit like a memorial service for the dead.

However... the Xia Kingdom uses coarse yellow paper to commemorate the dead, not A4 paper.

He squatted down and touched the US dollars:

"This isn't ghost money."

The puppeteer frowned, sprinkling US dollars into the fire as he spoke:

"I've never seen ghost money; I can only use the largest denomination US dollar."

Yang Xiao asked:

"So, you were so excited about coming to Xia Kingdom because of this?"

The puppeteer nodded:

"I dare not leave the United States casually."

Because if I leave, the territory of Philippine City will be divided up sooner or later.

I promised the previous leader of Group Thirteen that I wouldn't let the territory disappear easily.

"It's different if there's a mission—I can come openly to pay respects to my brother."

Yang Xiao clicked his tongue and said:

"Your brother is also from the Xia Kingdom? You two have a deep bond."

The puppeteer shook his head:

"I only met him once."

Yang Xiao was stunned.

A fleeting encounter?

He glanced at the box of banknotes; it must be over a million US dollars.

Sadness appeared in the puppeteer's eyes:

"Since its establishment, Group Thirteen has had a total of fifty-four members, including you."

Every member, whether I've met them or not, is a brother in Group Thirteen.

Anyone from Group 13 is a brother.

Group 13 must unite and not engage in internal strife like the others.

Back then, I was just a down-on-his-luck man living in a basement. I owe it all to my brothers...

Yang Xiao slowly frowned.

He didn't pay attention to the reason why the puppeteer joined the Dark Council.

He couldn't understand the puppeteer's thoughts.

How so?

His father used "benevolence and morality" to exchange for a "cursed doll" at the Zero Antique Shop.

Having been exposed to it since childhood, I have developed a deep disdain for the four words "benevolence, righteousness, morality" and "morality".

Hmm... I still despise it now.

In his opinion, the puppeteer was incredibly stupid.

So much real money was wasted on someone I only met once.

But those yellow A4 papers stirred something within him that he couldn't quite explain.

After a moment of silence, Yang Xiao asked:

"If I died, would you feel the same way?"

The puppeteer glanced at him, then at Venomous Fang:

"I'm your leader, so I'll die before you."

He continued burning paper money, and added another sentence:

"This is a tradition of Group 13."

Yang Xiao's eye twitched, and he thought to himself:

This tradition... no wonder Group Thirteen is in such a sorry state.

At this moment, the puppeteer suddenly turned his head, looked back at the way he had come, and his face turned grim:

Something's happened.

Yang Xiao knew something was wrong.

He left a shadow in the hotel, knowing that the Bureau of Anomalies had already gone to deal with the Hell Messengers.

He stood up:

"Should we go help?"

The puppeteer pondered for a moment:

"It's too late. We'll inform Parliament about this."

.....

Paradise Hotel.

The messengers of hell were stunned. Utterly stunned.

They thought they possessed the power of hell and could easily crush these foolish mortals of the Xia Kingdom.

But—these ordinary people from the Xia Kingdom are outrageous!

They each held a submachine gun in one hand and a longsword engraved with incantations in the other.

A submachine gun cannot kill those "meat shields" whose abilities are physical strength, but a longsword engraved with incantations can!

How is that possible!

One of the hellish messengers, defiant of evil, patted the ram's head pendant on his chest, instantly doubling in size and charging towards the nearest investigator like a small giant.

The investigator slid in behind the Hellbringer and slashed at his Achilles tendon with his sword.

The little giant let out a miserable scream and collapsed to his knees.

The investigator struck again with his sword, severing his head completely!

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

If the imperial guards of ancient times were all martial arts masters, then these investigators are modern-day fighting masters.

The messengers of hell were utterly horrified.

The official government of Xia Kingdom is completely different from the official government of the United States!

They're crazy, but not stupid—they actually figured out a way to deal with the abnormal forces!

A powerful voice rang out:

"Capture the Goddess of Light alive!"

The group leaders looked in the direction of the sound.

He was a robust man, like a god of war. Wherever he went, the messengers of hell were either repelled or killed.

The captain of the Blue Whale Squadron—Whale Bird!

The team leaders looked extremely grim as they saw their team members being overwhelmed by the investigators.

We're prepared to fight to the death—otherwise, we'll all perish here!

They patted the ram's head pendant, and a powerful force surged forth.

These group leaders are group leaders because their power is greater than that of ordinary hell messengers!

A team leader spewed a mouthful of black flame at the whale bird.

The whale sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated.

Suddenly.

A slender scythe thrust out from his side, meeting the black flames.

The black flames were extinguished instantly.

The whale bird turns its head – that's Li Mingyue.

Since offending Cao Ye, Li Mingyue has been working in various lower-level departments of the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs.

Cao Ye felt that the mission to capture the Goddess of Light might be very difficult, which is why he sent her over.

Li Mingyue didn't care about that—as long as she had a chance to fight, she wouldn't waste her strength.

She was about to step forward and fight several team leaders.

The whale grabbed her shoulder:

"Leave this to me, you go find the Goddess of Light!"

Li Mingyue responded:

"it is good."

After saying that, he grabbed the Scythe of the Styx and rushed to the second floor.

A team leader shouted angrily:

"You mere mortal, looking down on me? Stop right there!"

Li Mingyue glanced at him indifferently and swung her sickle.

"Pfft!"

Heads fell to the ground.

The other group leaders stared in horror.

The Anomaly Management Bureau of Xia Kingdom... how come it's different from the Ghost Investigation Bureau?