Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Chapter 330 Information about the Gates of Hell

Chapter 330 Information about the Gates of Hell

New York, Tenor Luxury Apartments.

Andrew, dressed in a loose bathrobe, sat on the grand sofa, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his face grim.

Yang Xiao ran away.

He actually got away.

I have a cooperative relationship with the Dark Council, and Yang Xiao is a key part of that.

He wanted to force him to reveal the purpose of the mysterious glove.

Now that Yang Xiao has run away, the Dark Council will definitely be dissatisfied.

"Damn skinny monkey."

Andrew stubbed out his cigarette in frustration.

In the past, he would have worried that a dangerous person like Yang Xiao would take revenge on him after escaping.

But things are different now, he glanced at the bed.

The two female messengers of hell lay there naked, chatting and laughing.

With two Hell Messengers protecting him, why would he be afraid of Yang Xiao, who had been dealt with by the Dark Council?

Andrew casually pointed to a woman on the bed: "Go pour me a glass of wine."

The woman obediently climbed off the bed and gracefully walked towards the wine cabinet.

Andrew's vanity was greatly satisfied.

These two are no ordinary messengers of hell.

According to them, they used to serve the Dark Councilor.

Not only did he not feel aggrieved about being able to wash dishes for the shady councilor, but he was actually quite proud of it.

It was as if he had become a great figure in the supernatural world, like the Dark Councilor.

Andrew asked the other woman on the bed in a low voice, "What kind of person is Yang Xiao?"

The woman said casually, "I don't know him very well. He's just a nobody in Group Thirteen."

Are you afraid he'll retaliate against you after he escapes?

My dear Mr. Andrew, you probably don't know what Group Thirteen represents in the Dark Council.

That's a synonym for clown, entertainer, and weakling.

Besides, Yang Xiao is just a newcomer who has just obtained the ram's head pendant, and he is weaker than you imagine.

I heard that many messengers of hell were trying to capture him at the Black Veil Hotel, but that doesn't mean he was strong, because the ability of his ram's head pendant was to make him invisible, so capturing him was naturally difficult.

But don't worry, with my sister and I here, even if Yang Xiao disappears, he won't be able to get close to you.

She looked down on Yang Xiao for no other reason than that the labels of "Group 13" and "newcomer" were enough to make Yang Xiao look down on by no one.

Coincidentally, on the day Yang Xiao was imprisoned, the two sisters went to carry out a secret mission for the Dark Councilor.

Later, the councilor perished in Xia Kingdom, and they abandoned their mission, only recently returning to New City.

She was unaware that Yang Xiao had gone on a killing spree at the Black Veil Hotel, and even less aware that the Dark Councilor had wielded the Death Scepter.

It took a burst of demigod power to subdue Yang Xiao.

Andrew shook his head: "I'm not afraid of him, I'm wondering where he might be hiding."

The woman said disdainfully, "The bachelor leader of Group Thirteen, the Puppet Master, has fled the United States for fear of being implicated in the civil war."

I bet even a low-level thug like Yang Xiao from Group Thirteen would try to escape back to Xia Country, right?

Catching him wouldn't be difficult; just blockade the major sea, land, and air ports, and we'll catch him sooner or later.

Andrew nodded slowly.

Makes sense.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A standard London accent came from outside the door: "Hello, takeout."

Andrew was taken aback.

Takeout? Someone as important as him never orders takeout.

He frowned and said, "It was delivered to the wrong address."

There was a pause outside the door: "Hello, plumber."

Andrew sensed something was wrong, his brow furrowed deeper, and he reached under the sofa and pulled out a gun.

A voice muttered in Xia Guo dialect from the doorway: "Never mind."

The next second, boom!

The high-tech security door was kicked away.

Andrew watched helplessly as the heavy metal door, weighing over a hundred pounds, flew through the living room, smashed through the French windows, and fell down.

He recognized the person outside the door at a glance.

Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao, who escaped from prison!

Andrew's eyes gleamed with excitement: "You dare come any closer, Sally!"

The woman on the bed gave a disdainful smile, leaping off like a cheetah. With a sharp shout, she swung her long, snow-white leg at Yang Xiao: "You little punk from Group Thirteen, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of me!"

Yang Xiao didn't even glance at the woman.

The long axe swung down with a whoosh, and that beautiful, long leg landed on the ground.

The woman's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with intense fear. Just as she was about to scream in agony, the decapitation axe had already cleaved the masked head in two.

"what!"

On the other side, a female messenger of hell, holding a bottle of red wine in one hand and a wine glass in the other, let out a terrified scream.

Yang Xiao covered his ears with his left hand, slowly turned his head to look at the woman, and revealed a cold expression on his face.

It's too jarring.

The woman's wine glass and bottle fell to the ground. She slowly backed away, saying, "No, no, no—"

He turned and ran.

Yang Xiao casually threw out the decapitation axe, which pinned the woman to the ground.

Andrew was horrified.

This, this, this—what happened to the promised group of thirteen little good-for-nothings?

Yang Xiao walked to the dying woman, stepped on her buttocks, and suddenly pulled out the decapitation axe.

He shouldered his axe and walked towards the terrified Andrew, a nonchalant smile on his face: "I heard you were looking for me?"

Andrew swallowed hard. "No, don't kill me. I'll do whatever you say."

"Suckling sound"

Yang Xiao smacked her lips and shook her head: "You didn't kill me in prison, and you even took such good care of me. How could I repay kindness with enmity?"

Andrew's eye twitched.

The man from Xia emphasized the word "take care." His body began to tremble: "You, what do you want?"

Yang Xiao grinned, but his eyes were filled with deep resentment: "Of course, I'll take care of you too."

He snapped his fingers.

One by one, shadows separated from his shadow, like evil spirits, and merged into Andrew's shadow.

Andrew watched in horror. Then, the shadows began to tear at his own shadow.

The next second, an unbearable, soul-deep pain exploded in my mind.

"No! No! Ah!"

Andrew kept clutching his head, then his heart, and then tightly hugging his feet.

It hurts, but I can't pinpoint exactly where it hurts.

Yang Xiao smiled coldly: "In the Ghost Investigation Bureau, you're the boss."

Now tell me, who's the boss?

Andrew fell to the ground, struggling in pain, then got up again, knelt before Yang Xiao, hugging himself, his eyes bloodshot: "You, you're the boss!"

Yang Xiao's smile gradually disappeared, turning icy cold, and he exuded an aura of dominance, like a monarch.

His voice was deep: "So, whose pet dog are you now?"

Andrew kowtowed repeatedly, crying, "It's you! It's you! It's you! Boss, Master, Leader!"

He scrambled to Yang Xiao's side, picked up his filthy oversized leather shoes, and kissed them repeatedly: "It's you, I'm willing to give you all my loyalty, please let me go!"

Everything I have is yours—my money, my Ghost Investigation Bureau, everything is yours!

Yang Xiao's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Initially, the master wanted to infiltrate the Dark Council himself to gather intelligence.

But as his best subordinate and most obedient son, he would definitely exceed expectations.

Therefore, he needs to take control of the Dark Council and the Ghost Investigation Bureau.

After the Dark Councilor defeated him, he had a chance to escape when the Ghost Investigation Bureau escorted him to prison. But if he had run away, he would have never had the chance to access this intelligence again, let alone control the Ghost Investigation Bureau.

So he waited in prison, waiting to slowly make contact with the higher-ups of the Ghost Investigation Bureau.

Unexpectedly, they caught a big fish: Andrew, the top leader of the Ghost Investigation Bureau.

I've achieved my goal and I'm in a great mood.

Yang Xiao picked up his phone and sent a message to Xie Ya: "Do you want to see a short video of the aloof bureau chief licking an escaped prisoner?"

The chat history contains many messages that Yang Xiao sent to Xie Ya.

Evil Crow never responded, but Yang Xiao continued to pursue it relentlessly.

Harassing everyone, including Jin Meiting and Xia Li, is always a fun thing to do.

To Yang Xiao's surprise, Xie Ya replied: "I want to see! Give it to me now!"

Yang Xiao paused for a moment, blinked, and muttered, "The Evil Crow is back? No wonder Master escaped."

Helian's magical powers were limited, so she could only convey the most important information when sending a message over a long distance.

He knew the gentleman was unharmed, but he didn't know that it was the crow that had done him a great favor.

Yang Xiao recorded a video of Andrew licking his shoes, then waited expectantly for Xie Ya's reply.

After a long while, Andrew had practically licked his tongue raw, but the Crow still hadn't responded.

Yang Xiao typed a question mark.

There's a red exclamation mark on the opposite side.

Yang Xiao curled his lip: "What a boring crow."

He kicked Andrew away and glanced at the female messenger of hell who was not quite dead yet.

He snapped his fingers with his left hand, which was wearing a ghostly glove.

The next second, the woman's shadow was swallowed up by the ghostly glove.

Yang Xiao suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He gained access to all of the woman's memories.

One crucial piece of information is known only to the sisters and the dark councilor—

They were born on the same day, month, and year, and every year they would go to the Mariana Islands to offer their blood as a sacrifice to that sea.

Because each time they cut their wrists to donate blood, they would be weak for months, they were extremely unwilling, but they had no choice but to go because they feared the oppression of the dark councilor.

So after the infighting within the Dark Council, they returned to the Black Veil Hotel without mentioning it to the Flame Master, fearing that the Flame Master would continue this unpleasant tradition.

Yang Xiao calculated: "He was born in an unlucky month, on an unlucky day, and at an unlucky hour."

He had a lot of strange and wonderful knowledge in his mind, and he also had a slight understanding of the ancient timekeeping method of the Xia Kingdom.

Yang Xiao frowned.

He instantly recalled the map his husband had given Shirley—

The map marks the Mariana Islands, which are very likely the location of the Gates of Hell.

"The gates of hell may be near the Mariana Islands."

Excitement gleamed in Yang Xiao's eyes.

Telling this news to the gentleman would be a great achievement!