67: Gotham's succubus (so tired lately, slept a furious twelve hours after getting home, posting before twelve)

"Diablo, I know you can hear me!"

At Qin Wei's shout, the tattoos covering Chato's body flickered, and then a tongue of flame ignited in his eyes.

This was no metaphor. Crimson flames leaped out of his eye sockets, only for Chato to press them back in with his palms.

Now Qin Wei knew why the man had no hair and had even shaved his eyebrows clean.

Chato wanted to rid himself of the foul thing inside him, but even now, he had no idea what kind of monster had possessed him. When he saw Qin Wei awaken the demon with a single sentence, he seemed to have found his savior.

Honk!

But just as he was about to run toward Qin Wei, a piercing horn suddenly blared.

A speeding truck whipped up a gale, sweeping past him along with its irate driver's filthy curses.

Chato's sudden approach had put Qin Wei on edge. Just as he nearly fired liquid nitrogen to freeze him, the passing truck gave them both a moment's respite.

"Diablo, is that its name?"

Across the road, Chato called out, his voice thick with tears. That pitiful little expression made him look like a drowning rat clutching a blade of foxtail grass floating on the water.

Qin Wei nodded. The response surprised him; he had thought he would need a few tricks to make Chato listen to him properly.

"Can you help me? Get it out of me. It destroyed everything-"

Chato buried his face in his hands, trembling uncontrollably in the bleak east wind.

After falling from an arrogant gang leader to a wretch with nothing, the immense pressure that had built up inside him burst its banks in an instant.

The pedestrian light turned green, and Qin Wei crossed the road with one hand