In a small building beside the main resort complex, inside Prophet Warren's private lounge.
"Father," the front desk manager said, "this is today's check-in list."
"Are there any women of pure bloodline?" Warren asked. "We've been birthing more and more demons in recent years."
"Several of them are women," the front desk manager said. "One of them is named Sarah. Although she's seven months pregnant, her own profile is outstanding. She's an excellent candidate—"
"Whoa! I'm afraid I'll have to interrupt your little discussion about another man's wife!"
An abrupt voice, thick with sarcasm, rang out from the shadows of the room.
Before Warren and the front desk manager's horrified eyes, a tall, dark figure materialized out of thin air.
"Fuck!" the front desk manager blurted out. "Who are you?"
Li Wei calmly leaned against the door. Right in front of them, he slowly reached out and turned the brass deadbolt twice. With a CLICK, the room was locked tight.
