Under Peter's gaze, a burly figure pushed open the bar door and walked in.
The person was wearing khaki-colored pants and a North Carolina hat, with jet-black pupils that exuded an eerie aura.
"Whatever, you're full of mysteries, I'm used to it."
Officer Chandler didn't notice the strangeness in Peter's eyes.
Also, the bartender had made his drink a bit too strong, making him feel a little tipsy.
"I don't care about anything. I just want to get a lump sum of money before I retire so I can vacation in Hawaii after retirement and leave this terrible little town. Everything here is terrible."
He looked tipsily at the decorations on the bar wall and complained, "Look, pretentious nonsense, street signs, artificial vintage style, a damned oar, an oar, what could an oar be related to? I don't know, maybe it's for intimidating those annoying customers?"
"Thump!"
Peter placed his glass on the table and said to him, "I think you're drunk. You'd better go to the restroom."
"Restroom? Why?"
Chandler looked at him with a slightly surprised expression, "I'm not drunk at all."
But he quickly understood why Peter told him to go to the restroom.
At the bar entrance, several truck drivers were playing cards around a table.
On the table was a large frothing jug, and the burly drivers were either playing cards or loitering by the pool table.
From the jukebox near the large jug, Iron Butterfly was belting out, "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey."
Along with the music, the man wearing a North Carolina hat and with jet-black pupils walked step by step towards Peter.
As he walked near some truck drivers who were playing pool, he accidentally bumped into one of them.
The burly driver was pulling his cue stick back hard, aiming his head at the target ball he was about to hit.
Coincidentally, as the man with the North Carolina hat walked past him, he accidentally bumped right into his cue stick.
As a result, the cue stick slid on the table felt, sending the cue ball straight into the corner pocket.
The driver whose "cue ball was pocketed" immediately looked at the man with a furious expression, "You bastard, you made me foul!"
The man cursed by the truck driver seemed not to have heard and continued to walk forward.
Seeing his "arrogant" action, the truck driver immediately grabbed his clothes, "I'm going to beat you until you can't find your teeth."
However, before the truck driver could make a move, the man with the North Carolina hat grabbed him by the neck and, like lifting a chick, slammed him directly onto the ground.
With a "bang," the driver's back heavily shattered the chair on the ground.
The sudden loud noise attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.
The other drivers who were playing cards and chatting were all stunned.
No one had expected things to develop like this; the burly driver was subdued in an instant.
And because the other party was too fast, they couldn't even clearly see how this man had attacked.
"Damn!"
"Fuck! Get him!"
After a moment of stunned, the grouped drivers immediately launched an attack on the North Carolina hat man.
The chaotic situation in the bar began.
The fat driver raised his cue stick and smashed it at the other party, only to hear a "clang," and the fat man's cue stick broke into two pieces on the man's head.
But the attacked man seemed unfazed, raising his dark eyes to look at him.
With just one glance, the fat driver felt as if his soul was about to be sucked away by the man in front of him.
The North Carolina hat man said nothing, directly extended his hand with lightning speed, and grabbed the fat man's throat.
"Crack!" A sound.
The fat driver felt a pain in his throat, and his neck was instantly twisted.
Another truck driver stood up, clutching his throbbing forehead, but the next second he was knocked down by the body of his thrown companion.
With a "bang," the stunned man fell to the ground again, his shoulder resting on one end of the table, causing the other end to tilt up like a seesaw.
The stunned Officer Chandler only felt a cold flash of light and saw a truck driver pull out a knife from his waist.
Everything in front of him happened so quickly, yet so slowly; Chandler felt dizzy.
He was now in a semi-drunk, semi-conscious state.
The man who swung the knife at the North Carolina hat man not only failed to stab him but was instead grabbed by the throat by the other party with a Talon.
Accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn, the truck driver's throat was directly ripped open by the Talon.
Blood immediately gushed out like a fountain.
The pungent smell of blood quickly permeated the entire bar.
The other frightened truck drivers immediately stopped their attack and fearfully took a step back.
And the other customers in the bar, upon seeing such a bloody scene, screamed and scrambled to escape towards the bar exit.
The truck drivers, who were frozen in place, no longer cared about avenging their comrade and followed the crowd, escaping out of the bar door at the fastest speed.
Chandler swallowed, shaking his drunken head. With his adrenaline surging, he subconsciously wanted to draw his gun to deal with the strange man in front of him.
But when he reached for his waist, his heart suddenly sank.
It was after work hours, and he hadn't brought his gun at all.
"Fuck!"
After cursing under his breath, he was hesitating whether to quickly escape the bar or hide under the table when something unexpected happened: the strange man walked directly towards him.
In a moment of desperation, he didn't care about Peter, directly laid his head on the bar counter, pretending to be unconscious.
"Peter Patrick?"
The strange man walked to Peter's side, watching him while emitting a hoarse voice from his mouth.
The other party's voice was heavy and hoarse, trembling and wavering, from low to high, like the prongs of a fork scraping across a slate.
At the same time, a new, irritating smell permeated the air.
"Who are you?"
Peter frowned, looking at this guy of unknown origin.
"Don't you know very well? You are looking for me, looking for a demon, and that is me."
The strange man sized up Peter, "What a delicious soul, unique. I can't wait to enjoy you."
Peter glanced at Chandler, who was feigning unconsciousness, and asked the strange man, "Are you the demon in the church mirror?"
"Playing God? Deceiving children?"
Hearing the slight disdain in Peter's words, the demon didn't care, "This is just part of the plan, not some deception or playing God, Peter. Whether it's you or your sons, your souls are so unique. Originally, my target was the entire city, but now I've changed my mind."
Peter remained seated, casually picking up a wine glass and taking a sip of the red wine with red tea that Chandler had mixed.
"So you killed everyone in this town, right? Charles Boone, and Ms. Nancy."
The demon looked at him, feigning surprise, "They made a pact with me and paid a price, isn't that how it should be?"
"This is the price of wishing. They all wanted something, wealth, talent. I gave it to them, and they gave me what I wanted. It's fair, isn't it?"
"I heard that demons are eloquent, so I'd rather believe this is a trap you set."
Peter asked the other party, "Now that you know my name, for fairness, I need to know your name, wouldn't you say?"
The demon looked at Peter in surprise, "Your shamelessness is just like a guy I know named Constantine. If a demon's name is known, that demon will suffer. You should know this, so are you pretending to be foolish to trick me? You're cunning, Peter! But I choose to forgive you."
"Now."
He took a step closer to Peter, "Next, I will first enjoy your delicious soul, and then go on to enjoy the souls of your sons."
Peter sneered upon hearing the other party's threat.
"You can try."
"Bang!"
Before the other party could react, Peter suddenly stood up, moved in front of the other party with lightning speed, and threw a punch.
Even if it was just a probing force, it instantly sent the demon flying.
The demon slammed heavily into the wall on one side of the bar, and the terrifying force caused cracks to appear in the wall, with dust and brick fragments falling down with a clatter.
"Do you know how I deal with demons like you who target my children?"
Peter walked over and looked down at the demon lying on the ground.
"I will crush you to dust. Even if you escape to hell, I will go down and personally drag you out."
The demon, knocked down by Peter's single blow, did not become enraged but instead took a breath and slowly stood up.
"You truly surprise me, Peter Patrick. You are far beyond my expectations."
"Is that so?"
Peter grabbed his clothes and directly threw him out through the glass window.
With a "bang," the other party's body shattered the glass and heavily slammed onto the open ground dozens of meters away.
"Thump"!
Peter instantly jumped out of the bar, and just as he was about to continue attacking the other party, he didn't expect the demon's counterattack to come at this moment.
With a "bang" of a punch, the demon, who had moved with lightning speed, struck Peter's chest fiercely, sending him flying.
The immense power, coupled with terrifying Super Speed, quickly made Peter realize that this demon was not an ordinary devil from hell.
After sending Peter flying, the demon immediately soared into the sky, his gaze quickly locating Peter's flying figure.
With a "bang," the demon instantly flew in the direction Peter was sent flying, and as he became parallel with Peter in his backward flight, he aimed a Talon at his neck!
Peter adjusted his posture during his backward Impact, narrowly avoiding the other party's hand.
Then the demon settled for second best, throwing a punch at Peter's chest!
With a "thump," Peter, who had taken a hit, fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust.
Ignoring the pain in his body, facing the opponent who continued to fly towards him, he quickly extended his palm.
The energy of Celestial Power condensed within his palm was instantly unleashed onto the demon's face.
"Boom!"
This strike was like a 155-caliber high-yield shell, directly blasting the demon away.
Not only the demon, but even the surrounding buildings suffered from the Impact generated by the explosion.
Glass shattered, the overall structure shook violently, and deafening sounds accompanied the Impact as it spread in all directions.
The blasted demon directly slammed onto the road, instantly creating a large pit in the concrete ground.
Before the smoke could dissipate, Peter moved with Super Speed to the edge of the pit, and what he saw was the man in the pit with blood flowing from his facial features, already devoid of life.
Clearly, the demon had left its host body and fled the scene.
Hearing the siren of a police car in the distance, Peter glanced at the corpse in the pit, then turned and walked towards the bar.
Only Chandler, still feigning sleep, remained in the bar.
Peter walked over to the guy who was still pretending to be asleep and poured himself a drink.
"Officer Chandler, I guess... you're definitely asleep now, right?"
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