Translator: eunimon_ Editor: Caron_
However, the insult just left his mouth when the devotee's horsetail whisk moved slightly and immediately caused those bodyguards to vomit blood .
"See, isn't this poor Taoist very accurate? I said you guys will encounter a bloody calamity, so why didn't you guys believe me, huh?" The bewitching devotee shook his head and sighed .
"You're so dead!"
Yuan Sheng's face was so dark that he looked as if he could explode anytime . Suddenly, he stepped out and directed an attack towards the devotee .
Yuan Sheng's strength couldn't be compared with the other members of Dark Team 4 - his attacks were vicious and firm, aiming directly for a kill .
"Little friend, you're going to encounter a bloody calamity next!" The bewitching devotee stared at Yuan Sheng, who was charging towards him .
Yuan Sheng naturally ignored him and reached the devotee in a few steps .
"Kneel down . " The bewitching devotee sneered and suddenly pointed at Yuan Sheng's knees .
The bewitching devotee moved so fast that even Ye Wanwan couldn't see it clearly .
"Ah . . . !"
Yuan Sheng howled in pain instantly . At the same time, he plopped to the ground and knelt at the feet of the devotee .
"You . . . "
At this moment, Yuan Sheng looked at the devotee with his face covered in fear .
This devotee is the scariest character I've ever met in my life . I can't even see any of his movements at all!
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding . . . " Yuan Sheng's voice shook and went soft all of a sudden . As the saying went, a wise man knew when to retreat; there was no advantage in offending such a person .
"Oh, so it was a misunderstanding? Then, come clean my shoes for me, will you?" A harmless smile spread across the bewitching devotee's face .
"This . . . "
Yuan Sheng gritted his teeth .
Darn it!
Alas, Yuan Sheng used his sleeves and wiped the spit off the bewitching devotee's shoes .
This man standing in front of him was someone he really couldn't afford to offend . . .
"Is this fine . . . ?" Yuan Sheng asked .
"Please pay up for the fortune-telling service . " The bewitching devotee smiled .
"Sure . . . " Yuan Sheng took a deep breath then took out ten pieces of brand-new hundred dollar notes and handed it to the devotee .
"En . . . that's not enough . $1,000 per person . There's so many of you . . . forget it, I'll give you a discount - $10,000 will do . "
"I don't have that much cash . . . " Yuan Sheng shook his head .
"No cash?" The bewitching devotee took out a POS machine from his chest with ease . "I support the use of credit cards as well . "
Everyone's expression: " . . . "
Ye Wanwan sized the bewitching devotee up and was completely astonished .
Initially, she thought this handsome-looking devotee and Nameless Nie were just multi-level marketers .
She never expected that this devotee would be so terrifyingly adept . That Yuan Sheng was totally toyed around by him and didn't even have the chance to fight back . . . no, he didn't even have the right to fight back!
"Where did this bunch of people and that Nameless Nie come from . . . ?" Ye Wanwan was curious .
She remembered that during her grandfather's birthday banquet, she bought an extremely precious bone from Nameless Nie's little stall for a price of a hundred yuan . At the time, she thought she was just lucky, but it looked like this group of people weren't as simple as they appeared on the surface .
Now, Yuan Sheng took his card out and swiped $10,000 on the bewitching devotee's POS machine .
The remaining guards of Dark Team 4 stared at the bewitching devotee and were totally frightened like they'd just seen a ghost . They never heard of such a scary person in Imperial City . . .
"Let's go!"
Yuan Sheng wasn't in the mood to celebrate anymore . He waved the guards off, turned around and left . He didn't want to stay there for a second longer .
Chapter end
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