How did you get mixed up with the Moore Family?
That was what Meng Fan most wanted to ask right then.
But he couldn't ask, so he could only say something unrelated.
"All right, Natsume Fan Zhi, you win. We can go ahead with the deal."
Seeing that Meng Fan had given in,
Natsume Fan Zhi let out a long breath. He lowered the pen and paper in his hands and said, "Then hand over the Poppy Devil's corpse. I'll keep your secret, too."
Meng Fan nodded, cut his finger again, and drew a sigil on the ground that was the reverse of the previous one.
Soon, black light flashed across the ground.
The Poppy Devil's corpse emerged onto the surface.
"Here's the Poppy Devil's corpse. Take it."
"Where's the head?"
"It's gone."
"Meng Fan, don't play games. They want the whole corpse."
"Fine, then. You can have the head, too."
With that, the Poppy Devil's head also rose onto the ground.
Natsume Fan Zhi inspected the corpse from every angle, afraid Meng Fan had held something else back.
Just then, a dark figure suddenly swept over their heads.
Meng Fan sensed it and swiftly brought out his Blade Claw.
"Who's there?!" Meng Fan demanded.
Natsume Fan Zhi hurriedly turned to look at the dark figure that had landed.
"Relax. I'm with the Moore Family."
A young man holding a baseball bat, wearing a baseball cap and uniform, slowly stepped out of the shadows.
"What brings you here?"
"To collect the corpse, of course. I didn't expect you to finish the job so quickly, though."
Baseball Man twirled the bat in his hand and casually rested it on his shoulder.
"I never thought people from the Moore Family would need to hire help."
"Meng Fan, keep quiet." Natsume Fan Zhi