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Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

Jade Brocade Sword · Oriental
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Chapter 206: If Kou Can Go, So Can I! (Third Update)_2

Under Lares's summoning, a doctor walked into the interrogation room, seemingly unfazed by the scene of torture. After a brief check, he wrote on the report, 'Died of sudden cardiac death due to heart disease,' and stamped it.

"Let's have a drink sometime."

Lares, smiling, patted the doctor on the shoulder, walked out of the interrogation room, and gulped down some water.

Shortly after, colleagues from other interrogation rooms appeared one by one, their outcomes similar.

The real smugglers had escaped long ago, those guys knew the terrain well and slipped away as fast as rabbits. They had returned empty-handed once again.

"Lares, any results on your end?"

A colleague looked up and greeted him.

"No, tough nuts to crack, those Tijuana bastards have turned into turtles, only daring to hide behind Mexico and spread their goods. If I knew their whereabouts, I'd stuff their heads right up their asses."

Lares cursed angrily, his frustration evident.