Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

At this moment, Tom was on the verge of breaking down.

He cursed and said, "Fuck! I just came out to buy clothes, and this... this is too fucked up, fuck..."

In the last two days, he had finally managed to finish his work, and his boss had given him a day off.

Tom had planned his schedule for the day, picking out clothes at the department store during the day, and relaxing in the Red Light District at night, with a massage thrown in.

But he hadn't expected that he would encounter a psychotic killer.

"I was just passing by..."

Tom complained endlessly to Du Wei, to be honest, he was a bit scared...

Du Wei was helpless as well; he had never imagined he would run into Tom in a place like this.

It was just too coincidental...

So he reluctantly said, "You don't have to worry too much, he's after me, not you."

Tom gritted his teeth and said, "The way you're talking makes me feel like he's out to kill me. Isn't that how it goes in the movies?"

Du Wei replied awkwardly, "So what do you plan to do?"

Tom's face turned red, he looked around and wanted to say something, but he could only sigh helplessly, "I was planning to call Father Tony tonight to have fun at the Red Light District, but now I guess I should head back to the police station."

Du Wei nodded, "That might be a solution, so do you still want to go in and buy clothes?"

He pointed at the entrance to the department store.

Tom said dejectedly, "Since I'm here already, there definitely won't be any trouble with you here... Wait, he's after you?"

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Tom realized the seriousness of the situation.

He quickly said with a stern face, "I think you're in more danger than I am. Why don't you stay at the police station with me for the next couple of days, and bring your girlfriend and Father Tony along too, to avoid any trouble."

It was a rather conservative approach.

But it was the greatest help Tom could offer within his capabilities.

There was a touch of emotion in Du Wei's heart, but he still shook his head and said, "No need, I have a good understanding of this person's intentions. He won't touch you because I am his target."

Tom said very seriously, "My friend, you might be a professional at dealing with Evil Spirits, but dealing with these kinds of psychotic killers can be very dangerous."

Du Wei said just as seriously, "That's why I'm prepared to take him out..."

Tom was stunned, "You want to take him out? Fuck! Do you realize what you're saying? This kind of thing should be left to us, the police..."

Du Wei said coldly, "But what if he's like those Cultists from the Veda Sect?"

Tom went pale, "He can kill people with an Evil Spirit?"

Du Wei replied vaguely, "Something like that, so only I can handle this. But you could send more personnel to stay near my girlfriend's house to prevent any emergencies."

Tom's face was twisted with conflict, as he seemed to be making a difficult decision.

"I can't just let you face this kind of person alone."

Saying this, he gritted his teeth fiercely, "I'll go back to the police station and get another gun. I'll give you my service weapon for self-defense, but remember to keep it a secret, otherwise there will be trouble."

"Fuck! I knew nothing good comes from running into you."

While saying that, Tom couldn't help but complain again.

He had it all figured out, to hide behind and take cold shots at Hannibal, the psychotic killer, while he was occupied with Du Wei, aiming for a kill shot.

So what if he could kill with an Evil Spirit, as long as he's human, he can be taken out with one shot!

Tom had no qualms about taking a moral high ground; cold-blooded shooting was far from the bottom line for him.

However.

With a twitch of his lips, Du Wei said, "Actually, I have a gun on me; you don't need to worry too much about me. If you get involved, you might just slow me down because then I can't ensure your safety."

Tom's eyes widened, "Why are you carrying a gun? You don't have a concealed carry permit, do you?"

Du Wei spread his hands, "Sometimes exorcism involves guns."

Tom cursed loudly, "I've never heard of using guns for exorcism before, but alright... I'll get you an undercover gun permit later, so you don't end up getting arrested one day."

"Also, are you sure you want to take on Hannibal alone?"

Du Wei frowned and said, "He left me his card because he knows I want to kill him, so I'm planning to lure him out. But if the police get involved, he definitely won't show up."

Tom slapped his head, "Alright... you're the professional, so I'll have someone secretly protect Father Tony and your girlfriend tonight. Speaking of which, are you here at the department store to buy clothes too?"

Du Wei shook his head, "I'm here to buy a mirror."

Tom said with a realization, "Well then, let's go to the department store together."

Du Wei chuckled, "Sure."

After saying that…

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, a bold idea forming in his mind.

Hannibal had now come to New York, and although Du Wei was well aware that Hannibal's target was unlikely to shift to someone else,

the possibility still existed.

If Hannibal made a move against Alex, Father Tony, or Tom, things would become very troublesome.

But what if Hannibal were lured to another city?

Take Scolyn City for example…

It just so happened that Du Wei needed to go to that abandoned town and use that Mirror Evil Spirit to take action against the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Hannibal was a hunter too, and that extremely terrifying Mirror Evil Spirit had cost a veteran hunter from the church an arm just to make it out alive.

"But I need to prepare thoroughly,"

Du Wei silently said to himself before following Officer Tom into the department store.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side.

A black sedan slowly drove into the secluded underground garage of the North Brook District.

Many vehicles were parked around.

There were no surveillance cameras nearby, and the path was clear.

Hannibal opened the door, glanced around, and got out of the car leisurely. He removed the front and back license plates.

Then, he walked casually towards an old white sedan parked in the distance.

He opened the door once again.

Inside the car was a carry-on bag.

Hannibal sat down in the driver's seat, took off his suit, and took out a set of casual clothes and a baseball cap from the bag.

A few minutes later.

His entire vibe had completely changed.

He was clearly middle-aged, but with a baseball cap and casual clothes, he looked much like a young man.

Especially his expressions and demeanor, which were significantly different from before.

Unless someone had a very deep impression of him, it was hard to recognize him at a glance as Hannibal himself.

He started the car, talking to himself, "If I'm guessing correctly, you're probably trying to figure out a way to kill me right now."

"But I don't want to kill you."

"Murder is the crudest method, and I only want you to take off the mask and clearly recognize your true nature."

"We are the same kind..."

He lowered his head, his laughter very low…