America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

In the Sea of Consciousness, Ghostly Vicious Energy emitted a soft chirp but was instantly restrained.

"Calm down, ancestor, you're covered in cracks right now, don't dismantle yourself any further,"

With the help of Divine Soul and Essence Blood, the current Ghostly Vicious Energy finally resembled a sword.

Although it looked like it was glued together with 502 glue.

Shadow Escape Skills can't be used in this condition, but fortunately, using Ghostly Vicious Energy as a medium, some simple Detachment Skills can still be employed.

It's just that I'm still at the first level of Body Refining, if I were to use the Detachment Skills, it would consume my own Qi and Blood Power.

But it's always good to have some means of self-protection.

When Xiu Nuo opened his eyes, Wang Fugui was still standing beside him.

"You finally woke up," Wang Fugui said guardedly as he looked ahead, "I thought you were planning on sleeping until we arrived. How can you sit so comfortably? Can you teach me?"

"If there's a chance, naturally it won't be a problem," Xiu Nuo glanced at the sky, "Have we arrived?"

"Yes, we have, and we are currently circumventing those guys," he replied.

"Where are we staying tonight?"

"It's already arranged. These people are lucky because of us. The place they originally stayed didn't give them a choice, but now we are going to a hotel controlled by a local gang. As long as we pay, tonight will be safe."

"What about those who don't have money?"

"They stay in the bus and fend for themselves," he replied.

"That seems pretty smooth."

"I told you, I'm a professional!"

Xiu Nuo looked at the surrounding roads; the layout here was different from the cities they had passed before, with few main roads and many side streets, surrounded by tin and wooden houses. Just by looking at this city, Xiu Nuo felt that if Netherworld Hall had been in such a cluster of buildings, he really might have had a chance to escape.

Xiu Nuo looked towards a side road and raised an eyebrow: "Someone died?"

Yes, there was a body lying in a pool of blood at the side of the street.

"Nothing surprising," Wang Fugui explained, "This is Honduras. Just in this city, an average of twenty people die from murder every day."

"Oh," Xiu Nuo nodded.

Wang Fugui looked a bit shocked, "You don't seem to grasp the scale of that number?"

"Should I?"

"I asked too much," Wang Fugui immediately thought of this gentleman's capabilities and reflected, "You're really lucky to have made it out of the country. Maybe you'll like it here?"

"Don't say that, Fugui. Who doesn't like a safe environment?"

"If you really liked it, you wouldn't have left," Wang Fugui lamented, then smiled: "But indeed, it's quite lucky we haven't..."

He hadn't finished speaking when the bus driver suddenly muttered a curse under his breath.

Wang Fugui's face turned grim: "Speak of the devil!"

Xiu Nuo also followed his gaze and saw three motorcycles stopped in front, with three civilian-dressed guys holding three policemen with AKs.

The bus came to a stop, and the three policemen had already jumped off their motorcycles, looking rather grim.

"It seems these guys have been looking for us for a while," Xiu Nuo watched the approaching officers, "They seem pretty angry. Didn't you say they would disguise themselves?"

"Clearly, they've gotten tired of disguising," Wang Fugui squeezed out an awkward smile at Xiu Nuo: "Welcome to Honduras."

The bus door was pulled open, and the local guide somewhat helplessly started to negotiate with the policemen, but was quickly pushed aside by one of the officers.

One of them stepped up, speaking in English: "Everybody off."

Seeing the guns in their hands ready to fire, Wang Fugui whispered, "This isn't the jungle; if we fight... the consequences will be severe."

"I know."

A group of people was herded down from the bus, and then border police began to check documents while sorting people based on their appearance.

Luckily, Wang Fugui had prepared the documents well in advance.

Xiu Nuo and Wang Fugui were grouped to the left, while Asians and some Nicaraguans were on the right.

Zhang Wenxuan, for some reason, had his disguise seen through by the police.

Then, the officers stated, "These people need to go through some special procedures, just wait here."

So, the group was prodded at gunpoint towards a nearby hillside.

Wang Fugui let out a breath, "Not bad, these people know who has money. They generally don't hassle the truly poor—not out of kindness, but because they can't be bothered. Let's just wait for a bit, they'll leave once they're satisfied."

No sooner had he finished speaking, when engine noises grew closer, and soon, three jeeps rammed through three parked motorcycles, blocking the bus's path.

Xiu Nuo glanced at Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui was confused, "That's not right, with the police here, the local gangs shouldn't be able to reach us, what's going on... Damn it!"

Wang Fugui's complexion changed instantly when he saw a person descending from one of the jeeps.

Xiu Nuo twitched his lips, "Don't tell me that's our creditor."

"See the tattoo on his body? That's Blood Skull Society! A famous drug trafficking organization in Mexico!" Wang Fugui whispered, "Their whole family is in the business, three generations of drug dealers! Although it's said this generation isn't so clever, they're ruthless! They're well-backed, and the previous one... was from this organization too!"

Wang Fugui gritted his teeth, "You said they wouldn't... "

Xiu Nuo huffed, "Looks like they're a bit smarter than we thought. If we can get out of here this time, I still suggest you keep your contacts in the industry to a minimum."

The man who descended looked at those left near the bus and then waved his hand; immediately his subordinates surrounded the area.

But before they could act, a white-skinned head popped out from one of the jeeps, his voice somewhat angry, "Hey! Diego! Take a good look at who these people are! Take a good look!"

Diego turned around, "Can't you speak directly, Joe?"

"We're looking for East Asians! Are there any here? Hurry up and ask where their East Asian companions went! I still need to go back to the hotel to rest! This place is too dangerous."

Diego immediately shouted, "Who's in charge here!"

The previous guide immediately stood up, went over, and rapidly spoke something to them.

Then Xiu Nuo saw that scar-faced Mexican leading some people towards a hillside not too far away.

But a few people were also left beside the white man's vehicle.

Wang Fugui took a deep breath, "It's safe now."

"Just keep quiet!" Xiu Nuo squinted his eyes, "We need to hurry."

"What?"

"Zhang Wenxuan is over there! If they catch him, it'll be too late for us to think about escaping."

"I knew we shouldn't have brought him along!!"

"Trust me, that would only have brought this lot to our doorstep sooner."

"Follow me! Let's run first." Wang Fugui said, and after speaking to a few others aside, he started to lead everyone through a side path to leave.

Yet before they could get out of the crowd, several more vehicles blocked the path from that small road.

Xiu Nuo looked at the newly arrived group, "Do you recognize these people?"

Wang Fugui's complexion turned pale, "I don't know them, but I can tell by their vehicles, these are kidney cutters from Honduras! Why are they here!"

Xiu Nuo turned his head toward the distant hillside and snorted, "So they chose this path."

After the appearance of these kidney cutters, they blocked all the surrounding paths.

"Great. We no longer have to consider how dangerous Honduras is because now there's nowhere to run. Right, Fugui?"

"You're joking at a time like this—we're doomed." Wang Fugui's face was filled with despair.