Chapter 67: Direct Assault

Indeed, his guess was not wrong.

Through several random tasks he had undertaken earlier, he discovered that this system had a peculiar fondness for demons, evil spirits, or events involving murderers and psychopaths. In these cases, the probability of triggering a task was indeed high.

"I wonder if there's actually something wrong with it…"

York couldn't help but mutter to himself, silently accepting the newly triggered random task.

Although the reward was minimal, it was still enticing. Given his current high attributes, even a single point could further enhance his strength significantly. After all, attribute points were calculated exponentially, not just a simple case of 1+1 equating to 2.

Not receiving a response, Hailey looked up at the much taller priest and quietly put away her notebook.

"If you don't want to help, then don't stop me! I won't listen to you anyway."

[...] [Task Accepted]

Hearing the notification sound and Hailey's words simultaneously, York looked down at Hailey beside him.

A tiny figure with a youthful yet spirited face, her tone was firmer than anyone else's, as if even telling her mother Mrs. Julia or the police officer wouldn't stop her from her mission.

It was evident that this girl was seriously determined and brave enough to risk entering a tiger's den for her friend.

After all, their opponent might be a man, perhaps even a psychopath over six feet tall.

Watching Hailey put her notebook back into her bag, York spoke.

"Child, I won't stop you. On the contrary, I'll help you. But can you tell me what your plan is?"

Hailey was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the imposing priest, her eyes lifting slightly with uncertainty.

"If I tell you, will you help me?"

York smiled and nodded, "I will."

Hearing this, Hailey's eyes flickered, realizing that having an adult's help could increase her chances of success and safety.

Without much thought, she decisively reported her plan, pulling out a small book from her pocket and handing it over.

"My plan is basically to use my identity to lower the guard of the psychopath, and then strike him hard at the last moment..."

Listening to her, York took the small book and slowly flipped through it.

His view of the young girl beside him changed upon seeing her plan.

Her confidence and bravery weren't just talk; she had already devised a complete and high-success-rate plan.

To accomplish her mission, she had bought knockout drugs from the dark web and even staked out the psychopath's house to ensure no neighbors were around on the day of her action.

Once these two points were confirmed, the rest was as she said: use her innocent facade to lower the psychopath's guard and then, under the guise of showcasing her charm and bartending skills, secretly drug him...

York thought it over seriously. The plan sounded dangerous, but if one thought like the psychopath, its success rate was actually quite high.

No one would refuse a simple Little Red Riding Hood walking into his house, offering a drink with an innocent smile.

York quietly put away the small book, looking at Hailey waiting for an answer. He thought of the various methods she planned to use, including humane castration, and how to stage a suicide at the scene.

Who would have thought that beneath the exterior of this Little Red Riding Hood lay darkness,

"How about it?" Hailey asked with a naive smile.

"My plan is good, isn't it?"

York looked at her seriously, sensing that this girl might become a formidable figure in the future.

"It's decent,"

He handed back the small book, adding another sentence.

"But with me here, shouldn't the plan change a bit?"

Hailey took the small book and put it back in her pocket.

"You can explain in detail. As long as it's effective, I don't mind changing the plan."

York smiled and said, "Wait here for me to finish the mass, and then we can discuss it together."

"Oh, whatever."

Hailey shrugged indifferently. As long as the priest in front of her didn't stop her, waiting a bit was no big deal.

She took out her notebook again and sat on the sofa, engrossed in her thoughts.

Seeing this, York left the rest area, preparing to conclude the mass ceremony.

After the communion ceremony, it was time for him to preach the Gospel and convey God's salvation to the faithful, followed by the farewell ceremony.

At this stage, as a priest, he would bless each believer and then watch them leave.

The mass officially ended.

When the hall was empty, York closed the door and hung up a sign reading, "Temporarily out for urgent matters, please excuse me."

He then got into his Ford Raptor with a puzzled Hailey.

"Father, what are you planning to do?"

Hailey frowned slightly, still not understanding what the priest driving the car intended to do without discussing the plan.

"You'll understand when we get there."

York didn't explain, as his plan was somewhat straightforward and blunt.

In short, with him there, there was no need for any Little Red Riding Hood ploy of infiltrating the Big Bad Wolf's lair for information. A direct assault was more efficient and simpler.

Thinking this, York reminded Hailey to buckle up as he shifted gears.

"Buckle up, child."

"Oh!"

Perhaps due to York's priestly demeanor, Hailey obediently fastened her seatbelt.

"Where are we going?"

"To that psychopath's house."

Responding casually, York stepped on the gas. Under his control, the muscular Ford Raptor sped off, heading straight to the address noted in Hailey's small book.

"Now? Right now?"

Hailey gripped her seatbelt, watching the rapidly passing scenery, her expression stunned.

"Yes!" York smiled faintly, pressing the gas pedal even more.

"I thought about it, and actually, we have a very simple and effective plan."

"How so?"

Hailey was still bewildered, unable to grasp what the enigmatic priest planned to do.

However, she soon found out.

The priest drove her straight to the psychopath's doorstep.

Seeing the familiar door, Hailey's mind buzzed. She turned to York, who was ringing the doorbell, and said through gritted teeth.

"Father, is this your plan? To brazenly show up here, are you sure?"

"Of course."

Looking down at Hailey, York smiled, amused by the child's rare display of anger.

"Don't worry, my plan is definitely better than yours, probably a hundred percent success rate."