Get Back in There!

He actually knew that demon's name?

He seemed to know that demon very well?

Just who was he?!

Robbie suddenly realized that the Chinese teenager before him had terrifyingly deep eyes, like an abyss, like a starry sky, like the legendary hell and Asura Field.

A brutal aura rushed at him, and in an instant, he felt as though he had fallen into an ice pit. It was as if he could see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, an unimaginably horrific and brutal war.

At that moment, Robbie involuntarily staggered backward several steps, nearly falling over.

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

How was this possible?

A Chinese boy... no, teenager, who had probably only just come of age... Why did he look like a cold-blooded killer, like a soldier who had survived decades of gunfire and battle, like...

A man-eating demon!

A terrifying thought surfaced, and Robbie's face changed drastically.

This was the person who had stopped a rocket with his hand last night, then changed its trajectory and blown up an entire truckload of Fifth Street Gang members.

The number of people who had died at his hands might even exceed the number Robbie had killed himself!

Killing people did not feel good.

Because of the Spirit of Vengeance, he had not vomited or felt fear, but the psychological scars were unavoidable. He did not like killing people. Absolutely not.

What about this guy in front of him?

He had casually killed more than a dozen people, as though it were nothing. His expression had not changed. He was calm, even cold-blooded.

He was used to killing, as naturally as drinking water or eating. It was so ordinary, so casual.

A person like that was a demon!

No.

Just like Robbie, there was a demon inside his body.

And if there was not one in his body, then there had to be one in his heart!

The Spirit of Vengeance was rioting.

An icy, violent voice rang out in his mind. It was the Spirit of Vengeance's roar.

It was unhappy.

Robbie's weakness angered it. It wanted to vent its fury, display its power, and destroy everything.

Old Wang's provocation displeased the noble being greatly. It wanted to teach this guy a lesson. Although there was no sinful aura on him, so what? It was still unhappy!

Beat him up first!

"No!"

Robbie growled, suppressing it with all his strength.

No, you can't come out. Not now.

There were still people at the repair shop.

They were far away, but they were not blind.

They would see everything. They would learn... the truth.

They would think I was a demon. They would spread the word and bring the police here.

My life would be ruined. Gabe's life would be ruined. We barely managed to survive, so we have to live properly!

You... get back in there!

My body, my decision!

Fury burned in Robbie's eyes. Never before had he been so resolute, so unyielding, so defiant.

He was fighting the Spirit of Vengeance with everything he had. He would never submit.

Skye backed away dozens of steps.

You two can fight if you want, but stay away from me.

What if you break my phone?

It was expensive!

Inside the Heart of Azeroth, the young lady blinked.

Young man, you'd better not hold it back!

My king has been bottled up for eighteen years. His hands are itching, he has no one to vent on, so why not give him a chance?

The corners of Old Wang's lips rose slightly.

What a greenhorn!

Such a terrifying evil spirit was hidden within him, yet he could not bring out its power. He could not even suppress it properly. It reminded Old Wang of an old friend from Azeroth, the undead archmage Meryl Winterstorm, who had lived for nearly three thousand years.

A Dreadlord named Keth'zanathir had been sealed inside Meryl Winterstorm's body, leaving him constantly "ill." A legendary undead mage had actually become pathetically weak.

In the end, Old Wang had stepped in, given Keth'zanathir a savage beating, and driven him back to his home in the Twisting Nether. Only then had Meryl regained his vigor and become Old Wang's twenty-second follower. Later, he had followed Old Wang on the expedition to Argus, joining a twenty-five-man raid to gang up on Aggramar and Obliteron. At least he had managed to show his old face.

It was hard to say whether the Spirit of Vengeance or Keth'zanathir was stronger, though the former was probably stronger.

How could Robbie possibly compare to a legendary undead mage?

So he had it even worse than Meryl. It was even harder for him.

To persist despite such a vast disparity and such a miserable situation was partly because the Spirit of Vengeance was not as cunning as a Dreadlord. It could not exactly be called a model young citizen, but it was still reasonable, disciplined, and principled. On the other hand, it also proved how remarkable Robbie was.

This kid was pretty good. I like him.

Time passed, second by second.

Old Wang wore an amused smile as he stared at Robbie, watching his expression twist with struggle, pain, and despair before gradually calming down.

He had succeeded.

The Spirit of Vengeance was certainly terrifying. Even Old Wang was somewhat wary of it.

But it followed the rules and listened to reason. The contract it had signed with Robbie had to be honored. This contract was clearly mutual. Only by borrowing the contract's power could Robbie control it. It was difficult, but he had done it.

That made Old Wang very unhappy.

A battle of stares was boring. I really want a real PK!

Why won't you give me a chance?

If you're worried about being seen, we can arrange a fight somewhere. You pick the time and place!

"Don't provoke it. You have no idea how terrifying it is!"

Robbie bent over, then raised his head. He was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, as though he had just gone through a long, grueling five-minute battle in bed. After the fiercest clash, he had regained absolute calm and entered sage mode, his intelligence restored.

He shot Old Wang a vicious glare, then suddenly shuddered. He chickened out and stopped talking.

Because he had suddenly remembered Old Wang's eyes from earlier.

This smiling guy was terrifying too, okay?

Maybe even more terrifying than the Spirit of Vengeance!

Could you two big shots stop messing around? This frail little body of mine is stuck between you. I can't handle the impact!

If you came at me one at a time, I could grit my teeth and get through it.

But you have to do it together, attacking from both sides... No, from inside and out. I really can't take it!

I'm the victim here!

"You're probably the weakest Ghost Rider in history. With that personality of yours... As expected, drivers can't compare to bikers. Street racers can snatch bags—can you?" Old Wang spread his hands. "You'd better tell it not to provoke me."

Really, I'm not fooling you.

Ask Varian, the big and little Hellscreams, the big and little Tauren Chieftains, Illidan, the Two Fools, Three Sisters, Four Celestials, Five Dragon Aspects, Six Keepers, Seven Sha Demons, Eight Horses, Nine Classes—which one of them haven't I planted a flag against?

Robbie: "..."

You were the one who provoked it just now, weren't you, kid... no, big shot? You're going too far!

Robbie did not know what to say.

Being strong was not scary. Being shameless was not scary.

What was scary was being strong and shameless at the same time!

Even Hellfire could not burn through that thick skin!

Old Wang had been talking for two minutes, and his throat was even drier now. Monks needed to drink water too, so he decided to speed things up. "What do you think? What are you planning to do?"

Robbie froze.

You're asking me what I plan to do?

You were clearly the one who started this. I was about to ask what you planned to do!

No.

This matter concerned him, but at its root, it concerned me more.

I really do need to think about what to do.

Robbie became agitated.

His uncle had gone to prison. He deserved it... Well, actually, he had not been punished enough.

He had killed several people. Deliberately killed them, not committed "manslaughter." His sentence was too light.

But he was still Robbie's uncle. Robbie could not just go report him, and there was not really any evidence for it anyway.

Revenge had to be taken. That was the contract between him and the Spirit of Vengeance. If he gained its power, he had to take on the responsibility of vengeance. This was the Spirit of Vengeance's obsession. It could not be changed.

Who was he supposed to take revenge on?

The remaining members of the Fifth Street Gang?

Joseph?

His uncle Eli?

Or the Darkhold?

The Darkhold was the true culprit, but what kind of revenge was it to seek vengeance against a book?

Robbie was lost.

Could he tear that book apart, rip it into scraps, and burn it to ashes?

"Hey, something's happened!"

As the two stared each other down, Skye suddenly shouted, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has its eyes on the Fifth Street Gang!"