Chu Feng's question made Boris's expression turn somewhat strange. Without a word, he took Chu Feng's hand and led him into the villa. They went to a bedroom on the second floor. Standing about a meter from the bed, Boris pointed at the ground, his brow deeply furrowed.

"Take a look!"

Following Boris's pointing finger, several drops of clear liquid lay resting quietly on the ground right beside the bed.

"That's three times now! And these are only from the scenes where three Exorcists from your office went missing."

Looking at the liquid, Chu Feng took half a step forward, squatted down, and moved closer to the drops. A chill flashed in his eyes.

Once or twice might have been dismissed as coincidence, but now the third time was right before his eyes...

"Come on, let me see where you are!"

Wiping a drop of liquid onto his palm, his System's skill panel instantly unfolded.

As the Tracking Technique skill icon lit up, the liquid in Chu Feng's palm suddenly vanished.

"Hmph."

Seeing the cursor that suddenly appeared in his mind, Chu Feng let out a cold chuckle.

Just as I thought. In a world where the Bizarre has reawakened, clear water isn't always just clear water!

Boris, who had witnessed all of Chu Feng's actions, rejoiced inwardly. He hadn't forgotten how Chu Feng had found the Holy Advent Society Cult member impersonating the police chief.

"Chu Feng, how did it go?"

Chu Feng stood up and patted Boris on the shoulder. "Notify the police to call off their team. What comes next isn't something they can be involved in!"

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the villa's exit.

Behind him, Boris watched Chu Feng's retreating figure and shouted loudly, "Chu Feng, come over for dinner at my place when you have time! Marina really wants to thank you."

"OK!"

Hearing the faint reply from outside, Boris chuckled. He then looked at the astonished police officers inside the villa and coughed awkwardly.

"Okay, once the procedural matters are mostly settled, you can wrap things up!"

「...」

To avoid startling the target, and perhaps also not wanting to be too conspicuous, Chu Feng drove his car swiftly through the streets of New York.

In the car, Taran and her assistant—who was supposed to be driving—watched the rapidly passing traffic with terrified expressions.

"Chu Feng, Boss, slow down! I'm not ready to meet God just yet!"

Taran clutched the back of the seat in front of her, her normally rosy lips now somewhat pale.

After lightly turning the steering wheel to avoid an oncoming truck, Chu Feng heard Taran's somewhat panicked voice and actually let out a rather mischievous chuckle.

"Relax. It's been a while since I last drove, but my skills haven't rusted!"

Finally, after a thirty-minute drive, a pale-faced Taran shakily opened the car door.

Seeing their weakened state as they exited the car, Chu Feng smiled and shook his head. He turned to face the villa complex ahead, and with a flip of his hand, a long knife instantly appeared.

"You two just rest here!"

Without looking back, he left those words behind and, carrying the long knife, strolled down the street towards the interior of the villa complex.

Realizing they couldn't be of much help and wanting to avoid being a burden to Chu Feng, Taran immediately got into the driver's seat, started the car, and actually drove away!

"Manager Taran, if we do this and the boss finds out..." the young assistant murmured timidly, watching Taran in the driver's seat.

"Shut up! We're doing this so we don't distract him, understand?" Taran's pale lips had just regained a little color. Hearing her assistant's words, she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

But there was no need to drive the car all the way back to the company! Seeing the increasingly familiar streetscape, the young assistant's lips moved as if to speak, but after a few hesitant moments, he swallowed the words he wanted to say. Fresh chapters posted on novel fire.net

Only when the young assistant fell silent did Taran's irritation begin to subside, and the car gradually slowed down.

"Forget it, let's just wait for him here for a while!"

While Taran and her assistant stopped the car, Chu Feng had already arrived at the location indicated by the marker in his mind.

Looking at the wide courtyard in front of the villa, a flash of surprise shot through Chu Feng's eyes.

The Bizarre is here? Don't tell me this is an Exorcist's home!

Ever since the Bizarre began to reawaken, most Exorcists with any means of exorcism—apart from the unlucky few whose attempts backfired—were financially well-off.

Therefore, a considerable number of New York's villa residents these days are Exorcists.

Samor, having returned to New York with the office team, was injured and didn't go to the office. Instead, he was resting and recuperating on the large bed in his bedroom.

His sister, Melulan, after several days of rest, had also gradually recovered from the trauma of her possession by the Evil Spirit. After the previous incident and Samor's recent injury, she had matured considerably. The faint arrogance once visible on her face had now vanished.

"Samor, once you've recovered, take me on an Exorcism Task!" Melulan's eyes shone with determination; she was evidently prepared.

"If you're truly prepared, then first go dye your hair back to its original color!"

Lying on the bed, Samor knew he couldn't dissuade his sister. Besides, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, so he readily agreed.

Melulan touched her short green hair, her face showing a hint of surprise. "Does the color of my hair affect exorcism as well?"

Samor said nothing, merely shrugging. He wasn't about to tell Melulan that he simply disliked the color.

"Alright! I'll do it tomorrow." Seeing Samor's unchanging expression, Melulan reluctantly agreed.

DING-DONG. DING-DONG...

The sudden ringing of the villa's doorbell startled them both.

Apart from Kuber, who's on vacation, no one usually visits our villa!

"I'll go see who it is. Maybe Kuber suddenly came back!"

"You lie down and rest. I'll go!"

Melulan pushed Samor, who was trying to get up, back onto the bed and then hurried downstairs.

Is this... Mr. Chu Feng? Looking at the figure on the monitor, Melulan covered her mouth in disbelief.

Then, as if remembering something, she quickly tidied her clothes and slightly disheveled short hair, then pushed open the door and ran towards the villa's main entrance.

Outside, seeing the green-haired woman running towards the main gate, Chu Feng's normally indifferent expression flickered for a moment. He certainly hadn't forgotten carrying her and handing her over to the office staff.

CLICK. The villa's main door was pushed open by Melulan.

A wide smile on her face, Melulan stood at the entrance. The moment she clearly saw Chu Feng holding a long knife, her smile froze.

"Mr. Chu Feng...? What are you...?"