America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

The hillside erupted with gunshots in an instant.

Screams and curses blended into a chaotic chorus.

The kidney cutters and the drug dealers remaining at the site, upon seeing the flames on the hill, all drew their weapons. However, they didn't fire immediately but faced off against each other.

"Get in the car!" Xiu Nuo whispered urgently.

Only Xiu Nuo's people understood him.

The group quickly got into the vehicle, with Xiu Nuo dragging the bus driver aboard.

"Close the door! Drive!" Once inside, Xiu Nuo pulled the gun from Wang Fugui's waist and pointed it at the driver in front of him.

Wang Fugui hurriedly translated.

The driver understood the situation. With gunshots ringing out, this place was no longer safe. Staying here meant nothing but catching bullets.

The bus ignited in an instant, disregarding the people left behind, and floored the gas pedal, ramming straight into the pickup that was blocking the road.

Following that, the bus charged out, pushing the pickup ahead of it.

Meanwhile, a fusillade erupted behind them.

Wang Fugui's face turned ghostly pale, "It's all over, it's done for, Chu..."

Just as Wang Fugui started to look for Xiu Nuo, he froze, "Wait a second, where is he?"

Lin Zi and the others looked at each other in confusion, "He was just on the bus."

Wang Fugui looked at an open window, swallowing hard, "He... he didn't go back, did he?"

Of course, Xiu Nuo had gone back.

First, the chaotic battle had begun, and the dying were his nourishment.

Second, according to the information he had just received, the main reason those drug dealers had pursued them was because of the white man.

Without dealing with him, the road ahead would never be safe.

Thanks to the complex architectural environment, Xiu Nuo, who jumped out of the bus amidst the chaos, didn't attract anyone's attention. He immediately made his way toward the hilltop.

However, halfway there, he spotted one of the previously robbing police officers scrambling down the slope.

Xiu Nuo was not one to show mercy to such individuals.

As the man passed an alley, the lurking Xiu Nuo yanked him in.

Before the man could fight back, his neck was briskly snapped.

The Ghostly Vicious Energy penetrated his forehead and flew out, a droplet of Essence Blood along with Divine Soul was sent into Xiu Nuo's Sea of Consciousness.

Now, Xiu Nuo didn't have time to absorb the Power of Flesh from the man. After taking his gun, Xiu Nuo continued toward the hilltop.

When Xiu Nuo followed the direction of the police officer upwards, he saw at least ten corpses lying on the ground.

The two police officers' bodies were inexplicably here, as were two unlucky fellows brought up by them.

The rest belonged to those two groups.

"What a waste," Xiu Nuo muttered before the Ghostly Vicious Energy flew out again.

However, Xiu Nuo didn't find Zhang Wenxuan's corpse.

This guy really had some tricks up his sleeve. The shots he fired didn't kill him?

When the Ghostly Vicious Energy returned, Xiu Nuo sensed briefly in the Sea of Consciousness and then bolted in a certain direction.

At that moment, Zhang Wenxuan was hiding inside a civilian house with a few kidney cutters.

Blood covered Zhang Wenxuan's face, clearly suffering from numerous hits.

"You're dead meat! I told you so!" the leader growled through clenched teeth, "I'm going to harvest every single organ from your body! Do you hear me? Every single one! How dare you play us!"

"But I didn't," Zhang Wenxuan pleaded with a mix of snot and tears, "I really don't know who they are, I never crossed them."

"Why the hell did you fire the gun!"

"I....." Zhang Wenxuan didn't know how to respond.

Indeed, how did he end up firing the gun? Zhang Wenxuan himself didn't know why; he only remembered that the thought of firing the gun to survive had flashed through his mind at that moment.

Looking at the facts, he had survived.

But in the long run, he... wouldn't live much longer.

The leader then took out his cell phone and dialed the people who were left behind.

But the phone just beeped incessantly, with no response.

"Fuck!" Without a thought, the guy knew what had befallen those below.

If a fight had broken out above, how could there be none below?

He punched Zhang Wenxuan in the face again to vent his anger.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

One of his three followers suddenly jerked his head back and then collapsed, lifeless.

The leader swiftly took cover and yelled, "Diego! There's no need for a massacre! I'll hand him over to you!"

But there was no response from outside.

The leader gestured to his men, and one of them tiptoed to the side, then stuck his head out of a window.

"Bang." That follower's head also jerked back, and he dropped as if asleep.

"Fcuk! Diego! Fuck!" The leader cursed loudly, "You won't make it out of Honduras alive!"

But the next moment, a window in the adjacent room violently shattered as if something had slammed into it.

The leader and the only remaining follower didn't hesitate to empty their magazines in that direction with a rapid burst of gunfire!

Then there was a silence as deep as death.

The leader motioned to his follower, who changed his magazine and then cautiously moved towards another room.

But just as he reached the entrance, he lost control of his body, screamed, and was yanked in by something unseen.

The leader cursed loudly and, having just reloaded, emptied another magazine into that room.

And with vast experience, he had already flung open the door and, as the magazine emptied, twisted his head and bolted outside.

Inside the room, footsteps could be heard.

"I don't know anything," Zhang Wenxuan sobbed with his eyes closed, speaking in English, "I really don't know anything."

But the next moment, a familiar voice sounded close to his ear, "I think you should know something, right?"

Zhang Wenxuan's entire body stiffened. He opened his eyes tremblingly, staring incredulously at the person before him, "Xiu... Xiu Nuo?"

Xiu Nuo, with a gun slung over his shoulder, spoke calmly, "You sold us out, didn't you?"

Zhang Wenxuan instantly turned pale and stammered hurriedly, "No! Not at all! How could I possibly!"

Xiu Nuo didn't even bother with what he was saying, simply smiling, "Purposely revealing a flaw to be taken by the police because you knew the 'kidney cutters' would come. Then they could find you upstairs, and as local forces, they naturally have ways to get you out. After that, you could lead them to us. You wouldn't be in any danger at all. Am I right?"

"You, can you stop talking nonsense?"

"No problem." Xiu Nuo smiled and patted Zhang Wenxuan on the shoulder, "I'm not the police; I don't need evidence, right?"

Zhang Wenxuan, realizing what was happening, found some strength out of nowhere and tried to run.

But just as he stood up, he realized he couldn't move.

Xiu Nuo slowly approached him and whispered in his ear, "Fire the gun, fire it and you won't die."

Zhang Wenxuan's eyes widened instantly, "It's... it's you!"