Wesley grinned as he accepted the bald, bearded man's business card. Then, with practiced ease, he greeted him with a complicated series of hand signs. "Remember what you said. The moment I make it, you'll be the first person I call..."
The imposing-looking bald man with a beard smiled and nodded. He happily hugged Wesley, then suddenly pulled out a pistol and fired a shot into the air.
After drawing everyone's attention, he gathered a group of people and began assigning them tasks...
A little "holy water" wouldn't make anyone rich. Italy was way too far away, but there were plenty of churches in New York. Maybe their holy water wasn't as effective, but it still worked...
Most wealthy people weren't particularly devout. They certainly wouldn't be able to tell the difference between "holy water" from the Vatican and "holy water" from a neighborhood church in New York.
Peter came over and watched several Demon Hunters with "criminal" faces pull suits out of the back seats of their cars and put them on.
Within minutes, they'd turned into a few moderately convincing insurance salesmen. Peter watched in amazement. "I bet nobody would dare buy 'insurance' from them..."
"But selling 'holy water' while claiming to be Demon Hunters is a different story!"
Shang-Chi shot Wesley an amused look. "You should've found some other way to get them out of here instead of sending them off to sell 'holy water'..."
As he spoke, Shang-Chi took out his phone and called Yan Shuangying to tell him what was happening...
The Demon Hunters had actually been organized by Alvin. They were outlaws to begin with.
It didn't matter if outlaws got up to a little mischief. The police and the Guild's own enforcement teams would keep them in check.
Besides, they usually arrived after