Chen Hai, who had originally planned to leave Zhang's Agency, paused in his tracks at the manager's words and stopped right there.
With a trace of doubt, he appraised the agency manager and the young broker with a few glances up and down.
Then, with a smile, he said, "What could be the issue with a mere set of courtyards?"
"It's just some deaths and disappearances, isn't it? Under the bright sky above, could it be that there are actually demons daring to make mischief?"
"If you could let me move into that house today, then all of these issues are not issues to me!"
With an expression of utmost calmness, Chen Hai's words revealed a strong sense of self-confidence.
Demons? Countless had already lost their lives by his hand.
Demon Cultivation? To him, it was hardly worth mentioning, for in his time in the territories of West Barbarian Mountain, his affiliation, the Bloodthirsty Sect, was indeed part of the Demon Cultivation lineage.
