Chapter 72: Showdown

Chapter 72: Showdown

Really, you believe that I would disclose such information just because you asked? Writing stated, his voice steady. Were in the business of confidentiality. Its an unbroken rule.

Rules are mutable, Miles shot back, a retort sharp as a knifes edge.

But those who dare break them often do find themselves facing dire consequences, replied Writing, his tone grave.

Miles brandished his phone, displaying a ticking countdown. How can you be certain your fate isnt already in my hands? If you dont feel like talking, I can easily shift my questions to others.

His sharp gaze swept over the silent onlookers.

Anyone here privy to the identity of the person who sent you after Ethan and me? The first one to speak walks away unscathed. But remember, theres only one get-out-of-jail-free card. Use it wisely.

However, the assembled men in suits stayed tight-lipped as if they had suddenly been struck mute.

Weve all sworn ourselves to secrecy, one of the men finally spoke. Your intimidation tactics are futile. Your special abilities might be impressive, but your clock has been ticking ever since youve become a ghost tamer. I suggest we abandon this endeavor and pretend it never happened. How does that sound?

Writings face hardened; he knew dealing with this Miles character wouldnt be a walk in the park. Cunning, wily, he reminded Writing of a clever wolf pup. At first glance, he might seem harmless, but up close, he could take a painful bite out of you.

With a puzzled expression, Miles looked at Writing. You sought trouble, thrashed my business partner, left him prostrate on the ground, tried to kidnap my family, and attempted to extort me. Now that we finally crossed paths, you tie people up, take shots at them, and now you want to brush all of this under the rug?

Do I strike you as a fool?

If you choose not to answer the initial question, thats alright. Ethan and I will find the answers. But before that, allow me to show you who truly holds the reins here.

As he finished, he cast a glance at the living room lights.

Zzzz~!

A soft buzzing resonated as the rooms illumination subtly shifted from stark white to a soft, eerie red. This crimson light filled the entire room, giving off an unsettling glow akin to that of an intentionally designed bar atmosphere.

But it wasnt limited to just the living room. As Writing inadvertently looked outside, he saw the entire world painted in shades of blood red.

An uncanny silence hung heavy, hinting at a strange, palpable unease that had descended.

So, who will be the first? Miles suggested, slowly rising from the couch, his eyes scanning the room with deliberation.

Just then, Ethan, who was pinned to the floor, visibly stirred in the unsettling red light.

Miles use of the ghost domain took him by surprise. It was clear that Miles meant business.

Writing, I strongly urge you to work with Miles. Defy him, and you invite calamity. He and I, were not the same; his ghosts are beyond reckoning, Ethan cautioned. His tone may have sounded advisory, but in truth, he was merely aiding Miles in his endeavors.

Playing the dual roles of good cop and bad cop worked to their advantage. The question of their escape from the ghost domain hinged solely on Miless whim. An ordinary person would be ill-equipped to deal with such a predicament.

An insolvable ghost?

Writing laughed scornfully, I dont believe in unmanageable power. As long as youre human, theres always a way to deal with you.

Abruptly, he whipped out a handgun.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three rapid shots, aimed directly at Miless forehead and chest, fired at such close proximity that missing was near impossible.

Lets return to our previous conversation. Ill ask again, who did you strike this deal with?

Boss Boss, were just foot soldiers. We dont know who pulled the strings, only you do.

One of the henchmen couldnt maintain his brusque facade. Fear was etched clearly across his face. This man, Miles, was far more horrifying than Ethan.

For him, killing seemed as casual as eating and drinking.

He treated them like lab rats.

Just as I thought, youre the linchpin in all of this. Thats why I didnt kill you from the outset. I not only wanted to see how youd confront a ghost tamer but also needed to extract the information I sought, Miles revealed as if all was going according to his plan.

Now, my friend, isnt it time you spoke up? His gaze then shifted back to Writing, Even if you stay silent, dont forget that Summit is also privy to this information. I didnt question him earlier because of time constraints, but if youre bent on dying, I wont waste any more breath. After all, you seem in quite the hurry to reincarnate.

Though known for his ruthlessness, Writing found himself cornered.

Miless capabilities were unstoppable.

Perhaps it was time he rescinded his earlier statements.

Comparing Miles to a human would be misleading. His actions mirrored those of a ghost.

Unpredictable, enigmatic, invincible.

I merely accept assignments. We dont concern ourselves with the identity of our employers. But I can share that the client belongs to Ethans club, and they provided the information, Writing admitted, drawing a deep breath.

If he didnt offer at least some information, he was concerned he might not make it out of this situation.

Club?

Ethan looked visibly taken aback at this revelation.

Miless eyes narrowed, The club consists primarily of ghost tamers. So, someone within their ranks is targeting Ethan?

No, while its true that the majority of club members are ghost tamers, some are influential local businessmen. They occasionally hire ghost tamers at exorbitant rates to deal with supernatural events or even to serve as bodyguards. But only a few have both the means and interest in the ghostly realm, Writing elaborated.

How much was the price of this job?

Fifty million dollars, Writing responded.

Thats quite a hefty sum, Miles noted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

The value of a ghost stood at a hundred million dollars, yet Writings services had been procured for a mere fifty million.

It seemed like Ethan had been undervalued.

Perhaps intermediaries had pocketed the difference.

And this experiment, is it a method for ghost tamers to evade death from the resurrection of potent ghosts? Miles glanced at the clock before continuing, You now have, lets see, one minute. No, forty seconds. Whichever of you three answers first may leave. Bear in mind, I hold the reins now. You have no say.

His time in the ghost domain was also dwindling.

It was high time to bring this matter to a conclusion.