Emergency Retreat

"Run!"

Wu Heng made a prompt decision.

Without waiting for Number 17 to run with him, he turned and leaped out of the second-story window behind him.

The physical prowess of a Cursed Disciple was perfectly displayed.

He forcibly squeezed into a taxi that had just been filled with passengers by the roadside, ignored the screams of the girls inside, and slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Drive."

Wu Heng pulled a stack of banknotes from his pocket and tossed them to the driver.

The bald driver didn't ask why upon seeing the cash; he released the brake and excitedly floored the gas pedal.

As the vehicle sped away, Wu Heng finally had a moment to take a dozen more banknotes from his inner wallet and hand them to the three girls beside him.

Upon receiving the pounds, the screaming ceased abruptly. The three girls widened their six large eyes, curiously sizing Wu Heng up.

"Sir, are you being hunted by the police? Don't worry, I was a street racer in my youth; I'll definitely get you out of here safely."

The balding, stout middle-aged driver said while twisting his head to stare at Wu Heng as he drove.

Wu Heng looked at the flushed, excited driver:

"Turn your head back to the road and keep it there. If you don't turn around again, I'll give you another thousand."

He then added:

"Don't worry, it's not the police chasing me; I'm just avoiding Hell's Messenger."

As he spoke, Wu Heng stuffed another twenty fifty-pound notes into the front seat.

"Oh, I see, sir. Do you need any documents? Perhaps you could show the Hell's Messenger some papers and tell it that it's chasing the wrong person. I can guarantee these are documents that even the police couldn't distinguish from the real thing, let alone a Hell's Messenger."

The driver stopped looking back, but his mouth kept running incessantly.

"Shut up. Another five hundred."

Everything fell into silence, save for the taxi speeding forward and ignoring the traffic lights.

Wu Heng appreciated the driver's decisive actions earlier; he didn't mind rewarding him a bit more.

He had been worried that Nailhead might discover a Cursed Disciple like him in the vicinity.

If Nailhead had suddenly taken an interest in cleaning up the Ice Cenobite's mess, it would have been a disaster if Wu Heng had been forced to waste his trump cards.

In other words, the driver had likely saved him a trump card.

"Alright, stop here."

Wu Heng watched as the taxi drove for ten minutes, putting enough distance between them and Frank's cabin, and spoke up.

"Sir, here is my business card. If there's a next time, come straight to me." The driver handed over his card, looking as if he still had more to say.

Wu Heng glanced at the card. Aside from the phone number at the top, the remaining space was densely packed with hundreds of services, including lullaby singing, wake-up calls, and even fake boyfriend rentals.

He thought for a moment and tucked it away.

To Wu Heng's surprise, the three girls in the car, who were clearly just high schoolers, actually asked for his contact information, claiming that if he gave them his number, they would keep his "secret agent" identity a secret, even if the police asked.

Wu Heng casually brushed off the girls, who had already imagined an entire spy plot, and dialed a number.

"Number 17, it's me."

"Oh, sir, did something happen just now? Why did you suddenly make an emergency retreat?"

"Don't worry about that. Are you still there?"

"Yes, sir. I saw you running away, so I followed for a kilometer, but nothing happened, so I slowly returned."

"What's the situation at the cabin now?"

"No one has come out, but there are screams. Also, I discovered that besides our three teams taking shifts, there are others observing the cabin."

"Oh, it's fine, ignore them. Those are my people too."

Wu Heng hung up the phone upon hearing this. It seemed Frank and the Cap-Wearing Woman had already begun their Hell's Journey.

Wu Heng had no intention of saving the Cap-Wearing Woman; even if he went, how could he explain how a newcomer knew so much?

Furthermore, there wasn't enough time. Once the box was opened, it was hard to stop. Wu Heng wasn't about to waste a trump card for a stranger.

After returning to the pet shop and sitting down, Wu Heng saw three girls arrive at the entrance.

They were the same three from the taxi.

"Boss, we're here to apply for a job! Oh, it's you, Mr. Secret Agent."

Wu Heng looked at the three young girls, who stood side-by-side and averaged about 1.6 meters in height, and was left speechless.

"I'm not a secret agent, and I don't hire child labor. Thank you. Here is your fare, you should go back."

Wu Heng handed over a 20-pound note.

The girls stepped back in unison and shook their heads.

"We're already 17, and we're currently freshmen at Hatton University. According to the law, we're allowed to work part-time."

"Quick, get your student IDs out and let him see them."

"And if you don't hire us, we won't keep your secret as a special agent anymore."

The girl in the middle, with a few freckles on her face and permed hair, had a look of desperation.

The three of them simultaneously took out their student IDs and handed them to Wu Heng, as if to say, "It's up to you."

"Hire us, we can be your eyes and ears."

Wu Heng glanced at them: Misha, Lucy, Alisa.

They were indeed all 17 years old.

"Alright, but I wrote that I only needed two people."

"Then we three will work for the pay of two, and it's really a hundred per hour?"

The three of them blinked at Wu Heng, looking like they had struck gold. In reality, this hourly wage had already caused several groups of people to wait at the door, but Wu Heng wasn't there, so they left.

"Forget it, three people it is. All at the hourly rate. You, Lucy, is it? You arrange your division of labor."

Wu Heng didn't care about the money; as long as someone could take care of these pets, it was fine. Seeing that the three of them looked to Lucy as their leader, he pointed at her.

"Yay! The boss is really a good person." The three of them cheered, eagerly tore down the recruitment notice at the door, and then ran into the store, happily playing with the cats and dogs.

He didn't know where they got the idea of "good person" from, but the youthful energy relaxed Wu Heng's taut nerves.

He smiled inexplicably and ignored the three who were playing with the cats and dogs.

Number 17 contacted him again.

"Boss, after the scream just now, the cabin has been silent for half an hour. Should we go in and take a look?"

Detective Number 17 was squatting by the roadside, a hundred meters away from the cabin, rubbing his left ankle as he asked.

He didn't understand what the boss was running from just now. He had been watching for so long, and no one else had entered. He trusted his observational skills.

As a result, the other party just closed the window, and the boss suddenly jumped out and fled. He was so scared that he thought there was a bomb in the room and also jumped out, spraining his ankle. Fortunately, it was only the second floor.

Hearing Number 17's question, Wu Heng thought for a moment. It had been a long time, and Nailhead's Four-Person Order should have left. They wouldn't linger long after appearing.

But now, that place was definitely being watched by Nailhead's Hermit.

As Nailhead, the Hell High Priest, his current intermediary was no ordinary person. It was a Hell Bone Dragon that had transformed into the image of a vagrant. They were called Hermits and were powerful supernatural beings themselves.

"Send someone to check, don't touch anything, and take pictures for me."

"Continue to observe and report to me if anyone approaches the cabin."

Wu Heng hung up the call and thought for a moment, confirming that there were no loose ends.

The only problem was that the Blood Corpse that would be resurrected next might be an additional woman.

Wu Heng was still considering what to do about this woman.

Should he show her kindness and learn about the situation inside the Lighthouse through her?

Or should he prevent her from disrupting the plot of this world and send her to hell again?

Wu Heng felt that he should first observe the situation after the woman resurrected.

After all, she would be in hell for at least another day. During this long time, she might have already lost her sanity from the torment of hell and become twisted and crazy.

Just like Frank in the movies, after escaping hell, he could kill his own brother without hesitation.

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