Samor, who had turned around and headed back, soon ran into Touk and several others hurrying in his direction, their expressions alert.
Observing Samor's grim expression, the group also felt a sense of unease.
Why isn't he staying there to continue the commissioned task? Why has he come this way instead?
Could it be that something else had happened?
"Samor, why have you returned?" Touk glanced at Samor's rather unsightly complexion, frowned, and asked.
"Let's head back. The upcoming tasks are suspended. That bastard concealed important information in the commission documents!"
"What?" The group was startled upon hearing this.
Concealing important information was a clear violation of the Exorcism Agency's commission contract; that damned capitalist had actually dared to do so!
Samor laid bare his recent discovery. Upon hearing it, the faces of Touk and the others darkened.
As the Exorcism Agency grew stronger, its various regulations had naturally become more refined.
Incidents of commissioners hiding important information had occurred in the past.
That time, three Exorcists died, and the Exorcism Agency suffered significant losses, so this clause had naturally been updated in the commission contracts early on.
Everyone present understood the gravity of the situation, which made them even more furious.
"Fuck! Let me teach that bastard a lesson!"
Touk, who was somewhat hot-tempered, was stirred by this. A shotgun suddenly appeared in his hands as he started to move.
"Wait! Now is not the time to teach that bastard a lesson!" Samor grabbed the fuming, bald strongman and sniffed at the increasingly potent sulfur odor in the air.
"We should leave. This fellow from Hell is probably no easy target!" Samor said with a faint smile to the others around him.
"Besides, I think someone else will do us this favor!"
「...」
George Mancini sat back in the car, his brow furrowed in deep thought. After long contemplation, a resolute look appeared in his eyes; he had finally made up his mind.
"Elias, take Fabrizio and Dai Shanna. We're leaving for Rome immediately!"
The butler in the passenger seat turned his head, his expression incredulous.
"Sir?"
George closed his eyes and sighed, gently stroking the full head of blond hair of his son resting in his embrace.
"Arrange the plane! New York can no longer protect us..."
The middle-aged man in the passenger seat opened his mouth, but ultimately, with a grave expression, just turned his head forward again.
"Yes, sir!"
The motorcade made a brief stop in another villa district before promptly heading towards New York's airport.
There, a private jet was undergoing pre-flight preparations.
On the way to the airport, the blonde beauty cradling the infant wrinkled her nose, her expression dissatisfied.
"George, what is up with the car?"
The increasingly overpowering smell of rotten eggs in the car was making her very uncomfortable.
Who knows if this smell is toxic? My child was only born a short while ago!
"Xie Te, Dai Shanna, shut your mouth!" George, ever vigilant, was carefully monitoring the car's surroundings. Hearing the accusatory tone in the woman's voice, he replied with considerable irritation.
He had noticed the foul smell in the air long ago and initially thought it was the scent from the Bizarre in the villa district.
But the intensifying odor had now completely overturned his assumption.
Looking at his son, who had been sleeping quietly in his arms, George suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Damn it, the necklace was definitely on him!
The blonde beauty, already unhappy about leaving New York, noticed her husband's gaze and immediately grew suspicious.
"George, what exactly is the necklace around Los's neck for?
Why has this necklace never left his neck since the day I met him?"
As she spoke, Dai Shanna seemed to realize something. A look of horror gradually appeared in her eyes as she gazed at the blond boy.
Didn't he return yesterday without wearing this necklace?
Could he have attracted those Bizarre in the villa?
"George, what on earth are you trying to do?"
By the end, the blonde beauty's voice had risen to a scream, waking the baby sleeping in her arms.
"WAAH! WAAH!"
As the baby cried, George's brow furrowed tightly.
"What are you imagining? It's just Los's mother's keepsake!"
"'A keepsake?'" The blonde beauty trembled. "What kind of keepsake could attract so many Bizarre just by its absence?"
As she spoke, her hand was already reaching for the chest of the still-sleeping blond boy.
"'Dai Shanna, what are you doing?'" George gripped her wrist tightly, his voice harsh.
"I... I..."
The blonde beauty's pupils trembled, her eyes filling with tears.
"George, I... I can't control myself..."
Her trembling voice made the enraged man pause for a moment.
The next second—
CRASH!
The sound of something hitting the ground rang out abruptly.
The couple looked towards the sound, only to see that the necklace originally around the blond boy's neck had somehow broken and slipped off.
The noisy car interior suddenly became deathly silent. Even the infant, who had been crying nonstop in the blonde beauty's arms, froze, his small body rigid.
At that moment, the blond boy lying in George's arms finally, slowly, opened his eyes.
"HEH HEH..."
A pair of blood-red eyes slowly swiveled. Countless black threads instantly spread from his eyelids as he emitted an eerie, raspy laugh that didn't sound human.
"This body has finally ended up in my hands!"
Accompanied by sounds of CREAK, CREAK, the blond boy stiffly sat up, twisted his neck, and then snatched the infant from the blonde beauty's arms.
The couple, having lost control of their bodies, could only watch the Bizarre-possessed blond boy, their eyes wide with helpless fury, utterly powerless to resist.
"No~ Please!"
The blonde beauty's eyes brimmed with tears, her gaze pleading.
But this possessing Bizarre clearly had no shred of humanity.
"No~"
With a sickening CRACK, the Bizarre looked at the couple's despairing faces and squinted its eyes, as if savoring the moment.
"'I like the taste of despair!'"
「...」
In the Meditation Room on the top floor of the Exorcism Agency, Chu Feng, who had just opened his eyes, frowned slightly.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that something had changed in New York today, making it impossible for him to quiet his mind.
Just as he was trying to trace the source of this strange feeling, a sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK..."
"Come in!"
"'Boss, I think you'll want to know about this problematic commission!' Taran said, waving the document in his hand at Chu Feng as he walked in.