French Military Salute

The man looked weathered. Lu Ban did not know him, and he clearly did not know Lu Ban and the others.

"You're Byron?"

Stone kept his distance from the other man, his revolver still trained on Byron.

"That's right, I'm Byron. I'm responsible for handling Mr. Browning's Soul Summoning Night. I was invited here."

The other man spoke while staring at the dark muzzle of Stone's gun, both hands raised in a French military salute.

"How did you end up hiding in a wine barrel?"

Xiya asked directly.

"I don't know either. I was driving here when I fell asleep halfway there. When I woke up, I was trapped inside the wine barrel. No matter how much I shouted, no one responded. Then you showed up. Thank goodness."

Byron smiled. His teeth were white, a stark contrast to his appearance.

Hearing something that clearly sounded like nonsense, Stone glanced at Lu Ban and Xiya.

"According to my search, Gaud's internal organs are inside his body."

"What? Mr. Gaud?"

Byron looked puzzled and asked with a bewildered expression.

"How could they be inside me?"

"You're Daoist He Ming's successor?"

Stone was ready to pull the trigger. To be honest, he had not expected to find Byron so quickly. By all rights, Byron should have been something like the mastermind behind everything. If they wanted to complete the mission, the simplest option was to find a way to kill Byron directly. Without Daoist He Ming's successor, Soul Summoning Night would naturally be impossible. Once the ninth day arrived, the mission would complete automatically. Perfect.

"Sort of. Uh, no, no, I'm not. You know that Daoist He Ming's affairs are taboo in the Ruined City. I've only come into contact with a little of his knowledge and learned a few parlor tricks. In