D District.
A sheet-metal house surrounded by vines and flowers.
Several groups stood outside its door.
Though they often clashed in everyday life, even coming to blows and forming deep grudges, here they all became "restrained."
Before long.
The iron door opened gently.
A little wooden figure covered in spikes was thrown out and broke into several pieces on the ground.
"All of you, get lost!"
An elderly woman's voice rang out from the sheet-metal house.
Bang.
The door closed.
The Professionals exchanged looks.
Finally, someone lost patience, pounded hard on the sheet-metal wall, and shouted:
"Shamaness Cai, we paid the full fee according to your rules. How can you quit halfway?"
Thud!
An iron fist emerged from the wall and sent the man flying. He rolled dozens of meters and passed out.
Just as everyone's anger flared, the elderly woman's voice sounded from inside again:
"Get lost!"
This time, her voice brimmed with killing intent.
A pair of vertical pupils appeared on the wall, staring at everyone as though ready to strike at any moment.
Facing those eyes, the Professionals felt as though cold water had been poured over them and immediately calmed down.
A middle-aged man wearing a Martial Master's long gown spoke gravely:
"Shamaness Cai, we've known each other for decades. I've already paid, and I'm not even insisting that you act, but at least let me know what happened."
As soon as he spoke, the intense killing intent enveloping everyone quietly vanished.
Everyone involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.
At last, the elderly woman's voice sounded again:
"Every leader here has a strange identity, and so does he!"
This failed to convince them.
A Black man wearing sunglasses asked in confusion, "But Shamaness, your ability is the Curse Art 'Instant Death.' You've killed plenty of people