The group crawled through the narrow ventilation ducts, pushing through a grate, and soon arrived at the back door of a beach nightclub, jumping down one after another.
"Phew, I can't believe we survived this. Thank God," Roken said, crossing himself with a lingering sense of relief.
"You should be thanking me; God didn't step in to take out Asmodeus for you."
Sun Yan handed him a cigarette, lighting one himself to calm his nerves after the ordeal.
Who would have thought that the underground of New York City hid a Solomon Demon God, with the Jon Clan using Asmodeus to create a multitude of enchanting demons.
After all the years of the Jon Clan's operations, perhaps no one besides them knows how many enchanting demons have taken root throughout New York City, or even the entire United States, the whole North America.
This land is like a place where demons and humans coexist.
Once Asmodeus descends and controls those enchanting demons, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"So what about our mission? That's a million US dollars," Roken asked regretfully while smoking, his face full of reluctance.
For an exorcist, a million US dollars is no small amount; it's something a normal person wouldn't easily give up on.
"We can't go back. Who knows if that Moore Hagen is a member of the Freemasonry, or if he has any dealings with the Jon Clan? Even if we go back with the head of an enchanting demon,
He might expose our whereabouts to Il. Jon, and if the Jon Clan finds out we're still alive, we'd be in trouble."
Sun Yan shook his head. Although he was reluctant to let go of such a reward, he knew well enough which was more important, life or money.
In this world, hidden dangers are always more problematic than visible threats.
What if the Jon Clan sends an assassin after us in a country like America where guns are allowed?
Sun Yan was genuinely afraid that one day he would face a sniper's assassination.
"Alas... 500,000 US dollars," Roken sighed wistfully.
Although he was very reluctant, he accepted Sun Yan's reasoning; money is useless if you're dead.
"Let's go then."
Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stamping it out, Sun Yan stood up to leave.
"Wait."
Just then, the Mokar Brothers and Sisters called out to Sun Yan and Roken.
Sun Yan turned back, puzzled, "What's up?"
"I really appreciate you helping my brother get rid of the demon power's corruption. Can we have your contact information? We'll pay you."
Lina, supporting Roger, spoke to Sun Yan.
"No need." Sun Yan declined outright, then left quickly with Roken, disappearing around the street corner.
...
"Do you know what you just missed, Jack? That was Mokar Lena, the prettiest exorcist in the Association. If she asked me for contact info, I'd definitely invite her for an afternoon tea sometime."
After getting in the car, Roken chuckled teasingly.
"Beauty can sometimes cost you your life. The Mokar Brothers and Sisters shouldn't know who you are, right?"
Sun Yan leaned back in his seat and put his mask into his backpack.
Although this trip to New York didn't yield financial gains, the Mo Lihai Artwork was satisfying enough for Sun Yan.
"Of course, they don't know. I'm just an ordinary member of the Exorcist Association."
"That's good. You should stay in more for the next while and make sure the Jon Clan doesn't find you, or else I'll get dragged into it too."
Sun Yan looked out the car window at the entrance of the beach nightclub across the street, sternly advising.
"Asmodeus has been sent back to Hell by us, and no more new enchanting demons can be made there. I suppose the Jon Clan will soon realize that something is amiss underground, and once they find out we're not dead, they'll likely send someone to silence us."
Roken nodded seriously, a meaningful gleam in his eyes: "I understand, don't worry, I'll take care of this matter later."
He quickly pulled away in the car.
Sun Yan, who had intended to rest his eyes, looked at Roken with some confusion.
Take care? How?
He didn't dwell on it, though, and pulled out his phone to pass the time.
Having exhausted himself to eliminate Asmodeus, Sun Yan was both physically and mentally drained.
Inviting the God is a strenuous task that saps one's energy and spirit, and even divination children can't maintain the state for long.
Moreover, inviting the God requires several days in between, otherwise, a human body can't withstand the divine assistance, and it would result in backlash.
Not to mention Sun Yan simultaneously invited two divine spirits for help, and if it weren't for the demon power inside the Golden Seal to spend, his body really couldn't handle that number of invocations; it would shorten his lifespan.
"Hey, I recall Sosia's doing a ghost-hunting livestream at that abandoned monastery tonight. It should have started by now, right?"
Sun Yan suddenly remembered his routine task, quickly opened YouTube, and found his live-stream channel already active.
When he clicked in to check, the screen showed a mature and glamorous blonde in leather, tight pants, and a peaked cap—Sosia.
Sun Yan glanced at the current number of viewers in the live room—476 people. For a rookie in ghost-hunting live streams, that's quite impressive.
"Not bad, I thought at most a few dozen people would watch."
Sun Yan touched his chin, nodding in satisfaction.