"Go in."
The gilded glass doors automatically opened, and under the threat of several armed bodyguards, Sun Yan followed Roken into an office on the second floor of the nightclub.
The spacious office had a large floor-to-ceiling window, from which one could overlook the pool scene of the nightclub's first floor.
At this moment, in the middle of the office, a man with a center parting in suspenders held a golf club, elegantly hitting the ball.
"Mr. Jon, we've caught them."
A bodyguard walked up behind the man with the center parting, whispered.
"Welcome, it's a pleasure to have you as our guests."
The man handed his golf club to a bodyguard and enthusiastically approached Sun Yan and Roken, giving each of them a hug.
This action left Sun Yan puzzled, unsure of what this person intended to do.
"Sir, is there some misunderstanding? We came to enjoy your club, but you captured us—what does that mean?" Roken asked with a smile.
"Are you really here to play? I don't think so."
Jon raised a finger, humorously wagging it from side to side, and snapped his fingers.
The 88-inch television in the office immediately turned on, playing a colorful surveillance video.
In the video, a hunched man wearing club cleaner clothes carried a bag from outside into the club.
He passed through the dance floor to the restroom, opened the restroom door, hid the bag inside, then locked the door and left.
In a deserted corner, this hunched man suddenly collapsed on the ground.
Dozens of mice scurried out from his clothes and quickly disappeared inside the club.
In place of the man were only the cleaner's uniform and pants.
If not captured by surveillance, no one would believe that these two pieces of clothing appeared there in such a manner.
Sun Yan looked at Roken in astonishment, unable to fathom that this exorcist had such skills.
Controlling mice? Mouse Speaker?
"Alright, you caught us. Hehe."
Seeing that the surveillance recorded everything clearly, Roken immediately gave up on arguing, scratching the back of his head with a thick laugh.
Sun Yan quietly sighed in relief, thinking he'd been discovered for killing the enchanting demon.
"Are you two... exorcists?"
Jon stroked the ring on his finger, curiously asking.
Sun Yan noticed the design of that ring, his heart stirred.
It was a silver ring with a 666 relief, and a gold ring with an eye inside a triangle.
In the West, 666 is the symbol of Satan, while the all-seeing eye represents Freemasonry.
This Jon wearing both rings indicated a complex identity.
Logan, with one hand in his pocket, seemed to be reaching for something, apparently readying for a desperate counterattack.
Jon, however, smiled, "No need to get excited, gentlemen. I brought you here for a purely benevolent reason. In fact, I'm hoping to enlist your help."
"Help?"
"Yes, sigh..."
Jon sighed, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the pool below, before slowly saying, "My Jon Clan rose in the 19th century when my great-grandfather came from Europe to America,
gaining the first fortune for the Jon Clan through the slave trade and running brothels. But soon, competitors increased dramatically,
and to ensure the Jon Clan continued profiting, my great-grandfather attempted a demon-summoning ritual."
Sun Yan quietly tightened his grip on his axe handle, realizing this person must not intend for them to live after revealing such information.
"At that time, he summoned a powerful demon from hell. Since then, our Jon Clan's tragic fate began,
that demon enslaved my grandfather, planting a blood curse within our clan, and only by loyally serving it generation after generation could we maintain the hope of living,
but now, I've had enough of being ruled by the demon, I want to end its existence, throwing its stinking corpse back to hell where it belongs."
Jon looked at Sun Yan and Roken with a smile, "Since you two are exorcists, how about helping me perform an exorcism? Complete the task, and you can leave here alive tonight—I give you my word."
Though the exorcism commission offered no reward, Sun Yan heard the unsaid repercussions in Jon's words.
Fail the task, and there'd be no way to leave alive tonight.
Facing several armed bodyguards' menacing gazes, Sun Yan could only ask, "Tell us the specifics of the exorcism first, who is the target, what are its abilities, and does it have any weaknesses?"
"The target... accurately speaking, it's a part of a demon god's avatar named Asmodeus."
"Asmodeus..." Roken pondered deeply, feeling the name familiar yet momentarily unrecallable.
"The 32nd of Solomon's 72 Pillar Demon Gods, and also the demon governing lust among the Seven Deadly Sins, Asmodeus," Sun Yan explained with utmost seriousness.
He could scarcely imagine such a formidable demon hidden in New York City.
"Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods? Can humans seriously summon such beings? You must be joking," Roken exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.
He glanced at the revolver in his hand, "Mr. Jon, are you suggesting I use this against a demon god? You've got to be kidding,
if you truly want an exorcism, just go to the church, they have the most professional priests who are surely better than us."
Jon slowly shook his head, "No! No! No! Over the years, my clan achieved much through those enchanting demons bred by Asmodeus who are adept at beguiling,
we've not only penetrated New York City's entertainment industry using them, but also sent some charmingly disguised as humans into Hollywood, the Grammys, becoming big stars,
some even cultivated into top socialites online! Forming a vast network of interests for the Jon Clan,
these matters must never reach the church's ears, thus I can only seek exorcists like you for help.
Lately, these enchanting demons have seemingly become unruly, killing male patrons without my permission, causing me significant trouble,
I must eliminate Asmodeus and its offspring before calamity befalls the Jon Clan—not leaving a single one."
Sun Yan and Roken exchanged glances, both seeing the complexity in each other's eyes.
Jon had laid everything out in such detail that the commission became compulsory, whether they liked it or not.
Roken reluctantly asked, "Alright then, Mr. Jon, where do we need to go to find Asmodeus?"
Jon gave a mysterious smile, "You needn't go anywhere because it is right beneath your feet."
As he approached the desk and pressed a demon sculpture's head, the office's bookcase split, revealing a spiral stone passageway leading downward.
No one could foresee such an earth-shattering secret hidden within the beach club.
Exposing this secret would shock the entire New York City—
Asmodeus, Solomon's 72 Demon God, is hidden beneath New York City!