Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"Your Excellency Alvin, can you confirm if the Voodoo Cult is trying to plant undercover agents inside the church?" "I am quite certain, as we are all too familiar with such matters." "Then regarding the Voodoo Cult here in New York, do you have any suggestions? Should we deal with them, or continue to observe?" "I suggest we continue to observe, of course, if you have any thoughts, you're welcome to share them." "If that's the case, I do have one bold idea." ... On the other side of the phone, Du Wei looked at the mobile screen, his gaze drifting distantly towards the night outside the window. He could feel there were no Evil Spirits in New York. The threat posed by the Voodoo Cult was not significant at the moment. But their absorption of church members and attempts to plant undercover agents undoubtedly meant they were plotting something. He began to analyze. What was the friction between the Voodoo Cult and the church? One, a simple conflict of belief. Two, the church had first played a hand in the undercover plan, attempting to steal objects similar to the Blood of Jesus from the Voodoo Cult, and it was very likely they had been detected. Du Wei was not quite able to discern the specific reasons. But that did not prevent him from offering a solution. So, he said to Alvin Dowqui on the other end of the phone, "Since they want to recruit church clergy, let's arrange for some people to be absorbed into the Voodoo Cult." "We can choose to counter-export." Alvin Dowqui's voice immediately rose, "I understand what you mean, instead of letting uncontrollable people be recruited and become undercover agents for the Voodoo Cult, we might as well openly send our spies to them." "But the Voodoo Cult will surely rigorously screen these recruits. What if they find something amiss, won't it reveal your plan?" Du Wei spoke indifferently, "That's why we need to select some utterly corrupt individuals, let them act naturally, offer them enough benefit. The Voodoo Cult likes to host parties, promoting freedom of the sexes, then tell our people that this time it is publicly funded prostitution." "Even, they don't need to do undercover work, just being themselves within the Voodoo Cult will make it very uncomfortable for them." Alvin Dowqui spoke with a peculiar tone, "I suddenly feel you're not suited to be a hunter, nor to be the head of the Tribunal; you should be involved in the church's spy program." "And, why do I feel like you are very familiar with these sorts of things?" If they hadn't known Du Wei too well, able to confirm this man couldn't possibly be a spy for any organization, at this moment, Alvin Dowqui might even suspect that the man was once a professional at undercover work, perhaps even the chief among spies. Du Wei suddenly laughed, "I'm just standing from a rational point of view, analyzing and judging, offering an appropriate solution." "Also, there is a flaw in this plan. These spies are already morally bankrupt, so we must ensure they do not betray the church." "Of course, I believe you should be able to solve this problem." ... In the end, Alvin Dowqui agreed to Du Wei's plan, and the two of them refined many details of it. With hunters taking action, the execution of this matter was terrifyingly efficient. Soon, some scum of the church, the degenerates skilled in eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, were secretly taken away. Every power has its parasites. Like the impoverished players in a game, without their presence, the rich players cannot feel their sense of superiority. Only a sense of superiority can make people hold on more firmly to intangible things. Of course, such people were not too numerous within the church. Therefore, even some small-time thugs, vagrants, utterly rotten individuals were collected by the church. According to Du Wei's plan, the spies needed to be differentiated. Some people need to know nothing, they merely need to register with the church, and then by various coincidences, they come into contact with members of the Voodoo Cult, and instantly hit it off. Some are playing the role of a double agent. In a way, this could be called deep cover… ... June 24. A plane took off from New York City International Airport. Du Wei and Alex headed for the Wittebach family. As for the members of the Voodoo Cult in New York, he was not planning to bother with them for now, he would let them be for a few days. After all, with Tom monitoring, if any problems arose, Du Wei would be informed in time. To put it bluntly, this matter was not targeting him, but the church. Du Wei did not have any need to act against the Voodoo Cult. Bear in mind, since joining the church until now, he had hardly ever personally laid hands on anyone, the only time being in Massas City when he killed that bald hunter. As for the members of the Veda Sect, it was all done by his loyal subordinate, Black Shadow. He had nothing to do with it. One still needed to maintain their persona. ... Time passed, minute by minute. In the afternoon. Outside the city airport built by the Wittebach family. Hundreds of Rolls Royce Phantoms were parked, with two bodyguards in black suits and wearing Wittebach family medals standing by each car. These men were burly and well-trained. Leading them was a young Caucasian man in a white bespoke suit and a butler around sixty years old, his hair combed meticulously, appearing very serious. When Du Wei, "with a backpack," carrying a suitcase, and Alex walked out from the airport, all the bodyguards lowered their heads in respect. The young Caucasian man and the butler hurriedly came up to meet them. Alex smiled at them and said, "Frobin, Butler Fuller, long time no see." The young man, that is Frobin, said with a chuckle, "Cousin, it's been a long time since you've been back to the family, Grandfather said just yesterday that he missed you and hopes that you can stay for few more days." Butler Fuller took the luggage from Alex and Du Wei with scrupulous care. Then, Alex introduced them, "This is my cousin Frobin, and this is my boyfriend, Du Wei." Du Wei nodded his head, "Nice to meet you, Frobin." Frobin said politely, "Brother Duwei, hello, I'm Frobin, my cousin told me that you studied psychology before, which is quite a coincidence, as I've self-studied psychology for a while." As he spoke, he looked at Du Wei with a somewhat peculiar gaze and sized him up. Du Wei raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "That is indeed a coincidence." People who study psychology often share certain traits, generally having a very gentle demeanor, because they understand most people's psychological activities better. Du Wei could only pretend to have this demeanor, because his reason for studying psychology was to kill. And this cousin did not have that kind of gentle demeanor, or rather, those traits. Instead, he seemed a bit... Sleazy. Right then, Du Wei silently said to himself, "This person is not decent."