Smith felt that his body was different. That scorching hot gold coin was now embedded in his left palm.
The gold coin on his palm had thin veins, fusing into one with his palm.
He hadn't dared to leave the room for the past few days, because he finally understood what the coin was.
It was the Cursed Coin, or the Coin of Luck and Misfortune.
It would suck away other people's luck. Those who lost their luck would be haunted by misfortune, resulting in accidents.
Then, the person holding the coin would obtain the victim's luck, while the coin would obtain the victim's soul.
But the first person to lose luck was actually the owner of the coin.
From the day Smith obtained the coin, he was enslaved by it. Misfortune kept happening around him.
When the first victim appeared, Smith regained his luck.
The more victims, the better Smith's luck.
But it wasn't endless. The Cursed Coin couldn't store too many souls at once.
So, the souls in the coin had to be released every once in a while.
Those souls who lost their luck and were killed by misfortune still couldn't be freed.
Even if they died after their luck was taken away, it still belonged to them.
So, when they were expelled or purified, the part of their luck that belonged to them would also disappear.
The last time Chen Zhao had come, he'd expelled the evil spirits in the abandoned school building.
This caused Smith's luck to be extremely bad. All sorts of troubles and dangers began to accompany him.
This also led to the worst outcome. He was possessed by the Cursed Coin.
The Cursed Coin began to fuse with him. Of course, this also led him to finally understand the origin of the Cursed Coin.
This was because the cursed coin still contained a very ancient soul.
These ancient evil spirits haunted Smith, causing him to be unable to sleep at night.
Broust appeared before Smith again, but this time, he was filled with terror.
Broust had appeared in the form of a soul. He couldn't resist the coin in Smith's hand and was completely devoured by it.
"Let me go … I don't want to die … I don't want to die …"
Broust's voice echoed in Smith's mind. It was a howl that would never subside.
…
When Sienna arrived, she only saw Broust's body being carried out of the elevator.
Broust's death was tragic. Sienna saw David.
"David, David."
"Sienna, why are you here?" David walked up.
"What happened here? How did Principal Brewster die? "
"Elevator accident. The cable of the elevator broke and he fell from the 12th floor. Do you know him?"
"He hired me to be UCLA's special security consultant, but we didn't sign any contract. We only had a verbal agreement." Sienna was devastated. Brewster's death meant that her and Chris's job was ruined.
"I think his death is unusual," Sienna said. "In the last moment before he died, he called me, but the accident happened before he could say anything."
"You mean he was killed by an evil spirit?"
"It shouldn't be an Evil Spirit. After all, an Evil Spirit can't kill people during the day."
"Can you find out the truth behind his death?"
"I'm not sure," Sienna said seriously. "Can I have a copy of his autopsy report?"
"Sure." David nodded.
"I must find the culprit!" Sienna said, gritting her teeth. "He destroyed my job!"
…
"Chen, I got it. I got an invitation from the IAAF Diamond League. I can participate in the Diamond League!" Rufford called Chen Zhao excitedly.
The predecessor of the Diamond League was the Golden League. It was also the highest competition in track and field.
It was even more competitive than the Olympics. The competition was also more intense.
Every track and field athlete longed to stand on this stage and become the center of attention.
In the past, Rufford was only a second-rate sprinter in China. Now, he was a famous athlete.
"Congratulations, Rufford. When does the competition start?"
"It starts on May 14th. There are 14 stations in total."
"Are there any stations in America?"
"Yes. It's in New York on June 21st. If you can come to that station, I'll be very happy."
Chen Zhao thought about it. There was still half a year.
"If I come, can you break a record for me to see?"
"I'll try my best … No, I promise."
"Then I'll come."
As Rufford's fame grew, his business activities increased too.
However, Rufford knew very well that his current results weren't enough to make him rich, so he was more focused on training and competitions.
Chen Zhao didn't interfere with this, even though Rufford could bring him more benefits if he participated in more business activities.
However, these short-term benefits didn't fit his requirements.
Exhausting the goose that lays the golden eggs was the dumbest thing to do. Chen Zhao was willing. Rufford didn't make a single cent for him in a year, but he'd give him even more after a year.
Rufford was now a signed athlete with CAA. He also had his own manager.
CAA's plan for him was also to focus on preparing for the competition.
Of course, it wasn't that CAA had found their conscience. It was just that they wanted to dig out more value from Rufford.
As an athlete, his commercial value was completely reflected by his results.
It was just like an actor. His value was reflected by box office or viewership.
…
"Kate, welcome to the club."
Kate got to know each member. This club was called "Vertical Upward." It was a group of people who challenged to climb tall buildings.
Of course, Kate wasn't interested at all. She was just hiding her profession and doing a secret interview.
However, the leader of the club, Liam Horton, knew who she was. Kate had only joined because she'd bribed him.
The other members didn't know. They thought that Kate was also a newcomer who liked climbing.
There were two types of climbing tall buildings. One was with equipment, and the other was without.
Climbing without equipment was relatively more dangerous, and this kind of challenge was illegal in most cases.
Most of the members of Vertical Upward had been to the police station.
Of course, some had been to the morgue.
"Kate, did you challenge anywhere before joining the club?"
"Err … I'm just a newcomer … I don't have the courage to challenge tall buildings. I've only done it in my apartment, a ten-story building."
"For a newcomer, your performance is already very good."
"I heard that you're the most professional high-rise climbing team in L.A. Is that right?"
"Of course," Liam Horton said confidently.
"Then, as the leader, you should be the strongest too, right?"
"Err … We're the most professional team in L.A. But I'm not the best climber."
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