Capítulo 759: Chapter 759: Found the Underground Hideout
The medium is getting old.
Except for helping people with spirit communication as a medium, she doesn’t possess very impressive skills.
She can only pin her hopes on the few people in front of her.
Although her eyes can’t see, her intuition is very clear; these people, they are good people.
Scarlett Jennings looked at the elderly lady in front of her and earnestly promised,
“We will do our best to bring her back safely.”
Perhaps to reassure the medium, Gregory Xander borrowed her place to set up an altar to locate Layla Xalvadora.
Sandalwood smoke curled upward, and Layla Xalvadora’s clothes were thrown into the fire basin. Accompanied by Gregory Xander’s muttering chant, the clothes in the basin were quickly burned to ashes.
Among the flames, wisps of white smoke drifted out.
With quick reflexes, Gregory Xander swiftly grabbed the smoke with his talisman, pulling it over as if it were threads.
“Nine celestial bodies, guide me, open!”
With a low shout, the white smoke was sent into the compass nearby.
A flash of spiritual light passed, and the needle of the compass began to spin rapidly.
Gregory Xander steadied himself and picked up the compass to confirm before nodding to Scarlett Jennings and the others.
The group quickly gathered their belongings and, after bidding farewell to the medium, followed the guidance of the compass in search of Layla Xalvadora.
The search lasted until nightfall.
In the vicinity of the abandoned car lot in the west of the city, there were only a few dim streetlights.
Kingston Jennings quietly glanced outside and couldn’t help but type on his phone.
[This doesn’t look like a place someone would live.]
Gregory Xander, looking at the direction indicated by the compass, said firmly, “Such a secluded place is where a person can be hidden.”
Otherwise, if someone without facial features were accidentally seen by others, it would inevitably cause panic, drawing the attention of the Peaceful City Security Bureau.
Scarlett Jennings lowered the car window, sensing the airflow brought by the evening breeze, and said,
“We shouldn’t be mistaken.”
She gently moved her nose towards the outside and said,
“Although it’s secluded here, there are quite a few people.”
Upon hearing her words, Gregory Xander instinctively turned to look at Scarlett Jennings, wondering how she knew, but chose not to ask further.
The car drove to the vicinity of an abandoned factory at the back of the car lot.
From the outside, the factory was shrouded in darkness, seemingly ordinary, but when Scarlett Jennings looked inside, she could sense that there were many people in there.
Perhaps due to the awakening of demonic power, Scarlett Jennings’ senses were even more acute than before, and when she focused demonic power on her nose, she could detect many different scents more clearly.
Just as now, inside the factory, there were many human scents.
Scarlett Jennings shared this realization with the others, prompting Gregory Xander to furrow his brow,
“Are they all from the Black Mist Organization?”
This didn’t add up.
With so many people, it’s impossible for them to have found the Black Mist Organization’s headquarters directly?
But that’s clearly unlikely.
If the Black Mist Organization’s headquarters were so easily uncovered, the Mystical Sect wouldn’t have failed to uproot them even now, and many within the sect are unaware of the organization’s existence.
Suddenly, Samuel Chalmers spoke from the side,
“It’s probably a place like an underground casino.”
Though the Chalmers family hasn’t engaged in illegal operations, businessmen have heard some things about underground dealings.
Scarlett Jennings agreed that this guess was more reasonable, and immediately took out her phone,
“Let’s call the police first.”
Regardless, we’ll deal with it later.
However, before she dialed the number, the phone signal was clearly disrupted.
In the next moment, several rustling noises sounded around them, and as they looked up, their car was already surrounded by several rough-looking men.
These men held weapons, and the leader kicked the car’s hood, threatening with malice,
“Get out of the car, all of you! How dare you call the police! Do you know whose turf this is?!”
The forceful kick seemed strong, but the seven-seater luxury business car remained unmoved.
Despite this, the action still made Samuel Chalmers furrow his brows.
His car was dirtied.
The driver, specifically arranged by Samuel Chalmers and a retired soldier, promptly attempted to steer the car to break through.
Yet as he made a move, two abandoned vehicles immediately blocked their escape route.
They were truly stuck.
Scarlett Jennings and the others exchanged glances, eventually complying with these men and exiting the car.
Besides the tall and burly driver, the other four appeared refined and delicate, clearly looking like young people unable to lift a chicken.
The leader who had kicked the car couldn’t help but frown, “Where are you from?”
Based on appearances, they didn’t seem to be the police.
Let alone the fact that among them, there was actually a woman.
No matter who these people were, they had heard the woman mention calling the police, so they certainly couldn’t let them leave.
Thus, five minutes later.
Scarlett Jennings and the others were led into the resting room at the back of the factory.
As predicted by Samuel Chalmers, it was indeed an underground casino. Outside the abandoned factory, goods were piled up, but the connecting area was remodeled into a large space.
Outside, no noise could be heard, but once inside, one could hear the clamorous sounds within.
At this moment, inside the resting room beside the casino, Scarlett Jennings and the others were surrounded by a group, facing a man with a knife-scarred face.
The man was clearly the boss among them. He sat on the worn-out leather sofa with a casual demeanor, but his eyes were fierce,
“You guys don’t seem like my guests, where are you from? Who sent you here?”
The last two sentences carried a heavy sense of intimidation. If it were ordinary people, they might be trembling at this point.
But even Kingston Jennings, who looked the weakest among the five, showed no expression on his face.
Seeing no response, the subordinates believed they were scared stiff, and shouted again, “Answer us!”
“We’re here looking for someone.”
The driver replied cautiously, but this answer didn’t satisfy the boss.
“In the dead of night, coming to the car lot, looking for someone? You must be looking for me!”
The man sneered, scanning the faces of the group one by one, then lingered briefly on Samuel Chalmers and Scarlett Jennings,
“Have I seen you somewhere before? Especially this young lady.”
The subordinates couldn’t help but look at Scarlett Jennings; earlier outside in the dark, it wasn’t clear, but now under the light, she did seem familiar.
“Boss, I think I’ve seen her too.”
Just couldn’t recall where, maybe glimpsed on a phone.
When their gaze shifted to Scarlett Jennings, Samuel Chalmers immediately blocked her from view, shielding her from their disgusting stares and impatiently turned to Gregory Xander,
“Is the person here for sure?”
Facing so many people, Gregory Xander suddenly pulled out a compass, examining it as if no one was watching, then stated solemnly,
“It’s right here.”
His quick actions left everyone inside unsure where he had produced the object from.
Upon seeing the compass, one of the subordinates seemed to have a sudden revelation.
However, before he could ponder further, Scarlett Jennings had already peeked out from behind Samuel Chalmers and produced a pile of Yellow Talismans in her hand, her tone as calm as ever,
“Then let’s deal with the unnecessary people first.”