Speak! Which Faction Are You From?!

Never mind what scheme Mephisto was plotting or the details involved. The top priority of this newly formed, still-unnamed magic-side hero team was to capture the demons first.

"So you recognized at a glance that this guy was one of your boss's underlings?"

Two motorcycles sped down a New York highway, pursuing a luxury black sedan ahead of them. The driver looked like an ordinary office worker, but one of the riders chasing him was Ghost Rider, his skull wreathed in flames, while the other was a monster hunter in a leather jacket carrying a shotgun.

No matter how anyone looked at it, the two behind him seemed more like villains.

"No. I'm certain he isn't one of Mephisto's subordinates. The scent is different. The sulfur smell on him is somewhat familiar, but it definitely isn't from Hell."

As an old-school Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze had already broken free of the restriction that only allowed Ghost Rider to transform at night. He could now become Ghost Rider in broad daylight and pursue enemies. He answered Elsa's question while accelerating with all his might in an attempt to catch up.

But that was no reason for him and Elsa to race recklessly through daytime New York. Before long, both of them would end up on a wanted list. After all, they weren't famous heroes. They looked more like villains.

So they had to be fast.

As he thought this, Ghost Rider stood up on his motorcycle, then leaped straight onto the target's roof. He drove his hand through the roof, yanked out the person inside, and dragged him free.

The out-of-control car immediately rolled toward the roadside. After it flipped over, Ghost Rider dragged the target aside, seized him by the neck, and lifted him into the air.

"This is rare.