The church was deep, quiet, and dimly lit. Had everyone present not been Awakened, they would have been unable to see a thing.
Xu Ye's pupils contracted. "Father Hall was a pawn the Shenchuan Family planted in the Land of Exiles, yet he's actually with the Matchmaker Society. That two-faced bastard was thanking the Harvest Mother Goddess one second and chatting with the Lord of Darkfall the next."
But on second thought, Xu Ye understood.
Compared with the other major organizations, the Matchmaker Society had been founded quite recently. Yet it had expanded rapidly within ten years, and its funding in particular had been a great mystery.
Now there was an explanation.
Father Hall had secretly funneled resources into the Matchmaker Society through the Shenchuan Family's channels, making it what it was today.
Poor Shenchuan Family. Poor Harvest Mother Goddess.
Xu Ye sneered. He disliked the Shenchuan Family anyway. From now on, he might as well pin whatever blame he could on them.
Using [Walking in the Rain], Father Hall dodged another bullet, but a moment later, that bullet burst into flames in midair.
The flames swelled in the wind.
Shen Xinghai gave his cloak a flamboyant tug, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Raising his chin, he leaped down from the stairs, only to vanish again midway through his fall.
Flames. Flames everywhere.
So when he appeared, Father Hall had yet to react.
Bang!
The bullet punched straight through Father Hall's chest.
Shen Xinghai grinned and was about to blow a smoke ring when he noticed Father Hall rapidly recovering. The priest moved his lips at him with a sinister expression.
Shen Xinghai felt his movements slow to a crawl, while Father Hall's fist was already hurtling toward his forehead.
Whoosh!
Father Hall's punch missed because Shen Xinghai vanished