'John Wick? Fei Ji, who's chasing after me? '
William was stunned when he heard the name. He had not contacted John for more than two years.
He recalled that seven years ago, John, who was still a hitman at the Continental Hotel, had retired after killing for him and lived with a saintly woman.
Now that he had called, William had a bad premonition.
As soon as the call connected, John Wick said in a suppressed voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire, to disturb you so late at night."
"It's okay, John. Tell me, why are you looking for me? If I can help, I won't refuse."
"Thank you, I … I …"
On the other end of the phone, John Wick covered his mouth with his fist to prevent himself from crying.
After a while, he calmed down and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm calling you because I hope you can attend my wife, Helen's funeral. Helen, she …"
"My condolences, John. I'll attend the funeral on time. Also, thank you for inviting me."
After hanging up the phone, William sat at the dining table and thought silently.
To be invited to his wife's wedding, in John Wick's heart, William was at least a relative.
This made William think of using John Wick, but soon, he began to hesitate.
Then, he saw Lena's concerned face, so William quickly made a decision.
He smiled at his mother, Lena, and then placed the gourd on the table. "I'm sorry, Mom, I have something to deal with.
There are three drops of flower dew in this gourd. You, Abigail, and Serena can take them first. Nisa, Jessie, and Laura can take them next month. "
"You didn't use them?" Lena asked in surprise. Then, she waved her hand to let William take care of his own matters.
Seeing that the women at the table were all looking at the gourd, William shook his head, wiped his mouth, and left. He teleported to Mephisto's side.
"How about I take you to meet someone?"
Seeing the sudden appearance of William's body, Mephisto, whose heart skipped a beat, asked in surprise, "Who is it that we have to put aside the negotiation and meet at this time?"
William said with a smile, "A soul who is cold-blooded and heartless when she attacks, but whose heart is filled with love. Are you interested?"
"Of course, of course." Mephisto was like a hyena that smelled blood. He was so excited that he faintly revealed his mouth that was full of sharp teeth.
Then, he reacted and laughed sinisterly, "You want to make a bet with me?"
"That's right." William didn't try to hide it. "Since you said that trading souls with me would affect your reputation in hell.
In that case, if you lose the bet, the other Demon Kings will only laugh at you. They won't look at you because they think you're weak, right? "
"Indeed, Hehe, Hehe." Mephisto smiled sinisterly and took out a magic contract. "You write the bet."
"Hmph." Holy runes flashed in William's eyes and instantly illuminated Mephisto's blank contract.
Looking at the various dark lines hidden in the blank space, and even the words hidden in the lines of the paper that couldn't be seen by the naked eye, William pursed his lips. He glared and the contract turned into ashes under the effect of a ray of holy light.
"Sorry, I can sign a contract with anyone, but not with a demon."
William used a spatial imprisonment to freeze Mephisto's projection and warned.
"If you play this kind of trick with me again, I promise that I won't do anything in the future. I'll just watch your projection and believers from all over the world.
If I see one, I'll kill one. As the number of souls and believers you can obtain decreases, the Throne of Satan will be further and further away from you. "
Mephisto's expression immediately changed when he heard this. If William really did that, with the home field advantage and strength advantage, William could really slaughter his believers wantonly.
"One day, I'll return the humiliation to you in double."
William chuckled. "Whatever. Anyway, there are restrictions in the dimensional space. Even if you're stronger than me, you have to behave yourself on Earth."
Looking at the sky, William said, "Tomorrow at 2 pm, New York's Long Island Cemetery. You can come if you want. Finally, tell Sète that I'll go find him and twist his head off with my own hands."
After saying that, William took a few steps back and disappeared into the night.
After Mephisto's projection regained his freedom, he held the skeleton staff and silently stood in place, thinking about how he had been unknowingly imprisoned by William.
"How did a twenty-six-year-old human being comprehend the mysteries of the space gem in just two short years?"
After thinking for a long time, Mephisto, who had no clue, cursed angrily, "Why are there always such geniuses among humans who can't be dealt with?"
"This isn't over."
When Mephisto disappeared, William, who was hiding in the mirror space, instantly flew out of the alternate space and silently sensed the traces of Mephisto's projection.
He had asked his clone to pat Mephisto's shoulder from time to time, not because he had the leisure to deliberately humiliate Mephisto, but because he wanted to see if he could slap the spatial imprint on Mephisto's body.
He didn't expect that after being slapped so many times, Mephisto himself didn't care, and it was easy for William to tamper with the projection.
However, William thought for a moment and felt that it was better to be cautious.
This kind of demon king who had lived for who knows how many years was not so easy to deal with. Mephisto deliberately let William think that he had succeeded, waiting to trick William.
Creating a magic clone to follow Mephisto's projection, William himself teleported to the Magic Temple in New York to find Gu Yi.
As soon as he walked out of the portal, he saw Fatty Wang holding a magic staff and looking at William warily with a few other mages.
Seeing that it was William, Fatty Wang signaled that it was fine. However, at this moment, he and the other mages of Kamat Taj looked at William with fear and admiration.
William thought for a moment and understood. He frowned and asked, "You guys know about Hell so soon?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Devonshire." Fatty Wang hurriedly explained, "Most of the dark forces that we secret mages are guarding against are related to Hell. Therefore, Kamat Taj has been paying attention to everything that happens in Hell since a long time ago.
Moreover, what you did in Hell was too big and too shocking. We didn't even need to take the initiative to look for news. Many demons had spread the news to various dimensions. It was impossible not to know. "
William was very surprised by this. "So you're saying that Kamat Taj is not only on Earth, passively defending. You guys have channels of information in other dimensions, and even established contact with some people?"
"This?"
Hearing this question, Fatty Wang immediately shut up and said with a smile, "Mage Supreme is waiting for you, Your Excellency Devonshire. As for your question, you can ask Your Excellency Gu Yi directly."
William looked at Fatty Wang mockingly. Just as he was about to look for Gu Yi, he suddenly noticed the skeleton staff in his hand.
"Watom's staff?"
William waved his hand and the staff instantly appeared in his hand.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
