America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

In the room, besides the bodies of these individuals, there was the corpse of an unlucky civilian.

He must have been the owner of the house, then he was done in by the kidney cutter who had barged in.

Xiu Nuo sat cross-legged within the room, and after a long time, he slightly opened his eyes.

"This Zhang Wenxuan's Divine Soul, unexpectedly strong," commented Xiu Nuo with pursed lips, "It even surpasses the organ trafficker's Divine Soul in nourishment. I'll need to find some time to deconstruct it."

The leader was let go by Xiu Nuo on purpose. The enemy of one's enemy is a friend, although this 'friend' was also an enemy to him, but compared to the 'goods' that he was, this friend would definitely be more interested in his enemies.

Creating enemies for your enemy also sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

It's just that without Fugui, how to leave Honduras became a problem.

But Xiu Nuo wasn't worried about this.

He was waiting.

And the time he spent waiting was used to refine the Essence Blood within his body.

Probably, there would be news after a few hours.

They arrived in Tegucigalpa when the sun was about to set, and Xiu Nuo waited until the newly risen sun was about to rise.

It was at this time, he could faintly hear the sound of police sirens. So many people had died in this place, and the constables had only come at dawn.

And after one night, Xiu Nuo, having absorbed so much Divine Soul and Essence Blood, had reached the second level of Body Refining.

As expected...

The sound of a phone rang.

It's here.

"Hello, Fugui," Xiu Nuo answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, it was Wang Fugui's voice: "We... we're safe now, where are you? Do you need us to come get you?"

"I'm quite safe, too," replied Xiu Nuo. "Where are you guys? Send me the address, I'll come to you."

"Are you sure there's no danger on your end?"

"Hmm... There isn't, what's up?"

"Oh. Nothing then. I'll send you the location, hurry over. A policeman died yesterday, and everyone here is looking for the murderer. It's too dangerous to stay in Honduras; we need to leave quickly."

"Alright, I'll try to get there fast."

Not long after the call ended, a location message was sent over.

Seeing this thing, Xiu Nuo couldn't help but marvel at how convenient the technology of this world truly is.

Meanwhile, at an abandoned factory.

Wang Fugui, bruised and battered, looked waveringly at the person in front of him: "He… he has agreed to come. Can… can we go now?"

Diego pulled out a knife and sneered, "For the sake of God, I'll give you a swift end."

Next to him, Jonas frowned, "Diego, can you not be rash, please?"

"They killed my brother!" Diego immediately turned his head, glowering at Jonas.

"You need to make sure that what the killer said matches with what he said before you act, right?" Jonas said with a frown. "What if the two don't add up?"

"Then kill them both!"

"If you really think they are the murderers, I have no objections."

"You mean they aren't?"

"Remember how the bodies looked? That's not scientific. So, my suggestion is to wait for that guy to show up and then question them separately, they must know something. If you kill them all now..."

At this point, Jonas's expression suddenly changed, "Fuck! I shouldn't have run my mouth! I don't have any objections, go ahead. Right now! Immediately!"

Diego snorted and was about to take action.

Just as he was about to strike, he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Jonas, "You want me to hurry up and take care of this, right?"

"If possible, we've already delayed for too long, Jonas. I suddenly think finishing the deal first isn't a bad idea."

"Humph!" Diego grunted, put away his knife, and then shouted to the people around him, "Hide!"

After speaking, Diego, like a wild beast, said to Wang Fugui, "You'd better not show any flaws. My people are watching you!"

"I... won't, I won't. I'm just a guide; this has nothing to do with me."

Diego walked over to Jonas, complaining, "Those kidney traders are too impulsive. Damn it, I could've captured them, got the information out of them, and then sold them for a good price, but those idiots ruined everything."

"So, that's got nothing to do with me, right?" Jonas said cheerfully, "Remember your words."

"You can't go just yet, Joe, my brother." Diego went up and wrapped his arm around Jonas's neck, "The Easterners are very cunning, we still need you for what's to come."

"Fuck! I knew it!" Jonas brushed off Diego's shoulder, then said, "I don't like those bloody events. When you've caught the person, then come find me."

Watching Jonas walk away, Diego motioned to two of his men to follow him.

Seeing two more people following him, Jonas snorted, "A reminder for you, Diego. You'd better bring more people. The police in Honduras and those kidney cutters are all looking for you."

"I don't need your reminder."

Jonas got into a jeep parked behind the factory. As soon as the door closed, he turned on the stereo and the air conditioning, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, it's over. But... if what that guy said is true, and it was that Eastern murderer who killed the person, why did the body turn into a mummy? He said the bodies were dealt with by that person alone. Could there really be black magic?"

At this thought, Jonas laughed at himself, "I can't believe I'm having such thoughts. I must have been influenced by that guy Diego!"

With that, Jonas had already closed his eyes slightly, beginning to rest.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Jonas was suddenly awoken by a jolt.

He looked to the side sharply and then saw the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at him on the passenger seat.

Seeing the gun and the face of the Eastern man holding it, Jonas was instantly filled with regret, "Damn it, I should have realized sooner. How could someone who killed so many people be fooled so easily! You're a retired king of soldiers, aren't you?"

Xiu Nuo raised an eyebrow, "King of soldiers?"

"I've seen translations of your novels," Jonas said, trying to sound casual. "From those addicts, some of them can apparently kick the habit with that stuff. It's very curious."

Seeing the expression on Xiu Nuo's face, Jonas shrugged his shoulders, "Looks like not. Then is it Body Refining artist? Ah, you Easterners, really all know kung fu!"

Xiu Nuo looked at the composed figure in front of him, quite surprised, "You're not afraid of dying?"

"If you wanted to kill me, I would have been dead by now, right?" Jonas asked, puzzled. "So, I guess I must still be of some use. You figured it was a trap early on?"

Xiu Nuo started to smile, "We left so early, yet you all managed to catch up. A sudden escape, naturally you would find us. I understood this from the moment you caught up to us here. From that moment, we were destined to be cornered by you."

"I see, so your companions were the bait you threw out," Jonas said, as if a lightbulb went on over his head. "Wow, what an enviable relationship you have. You throw them out as bait, and when they are found, they didn't hesitate at all to sell you out. So, what exactly did you come back for? Are you worried about the security environment in Honduras, so you came back to fight a bunch of drug traffickers?"

"Or maybe? For those two women? Please don't, really. If that's the case, then I must say, your taste could hardly be worse."

But Xiu Nuo just smiled, "I can disregard the others, but my guide is still in your hands, isn't he? How can I proceed with my journey without him?"

"Huh?" Jonas's eyes widened, "You came for the United States?"

"What else?"

Jonas fell silent and after a while finally spoke, "As a born and bred citizen of the United States, I truly don't understand. What's so great about that godforsaken place that you'd aspire to it so? If hell exists on this earth, believe me, my country definitely has a place there!"