BANG! BANG!
As Chu Feng released his fingers, two bodies slumped to the ground.
The bizarre snake head emerging from the sunglasses-wearing man's eye sockets hadn't yet managed to do anything. At the very moment of its host's death, it turned into a wisp of ash and drifted away with the wind.
"Holy Advent Society! Were those two Evil Spirits created by that Cult?"
Taran's shocked voice rang out in the meeting room of the Agency's Cleveland branch.
"Haven't they been inactive for a long time?"
"I know this!" Amita stood up. "The Agency's activities were primarily focused on New York, so we hadn't collected much information about other states. That was until John and James began to develop branches..."
"The information currently gathered by the Agency shows that the Holy Advent Society, this Cult organization, has actually been active throughout America. Of course, New York is the exception," Amita said, then glanced at Chu Feng, who had sunk completely into his chair.
