James Scott didn’t dare fight back; now he was just cowering there, meek and submissive. Suddenly, a burst of loud commotion came from below, followed by the sound of shattering glass and several women screaming. James Scott’s expression changed. He heard a rush of hurried footsteps; with all the chaos, it was impossible to tell how many people there were, but it was definitely not a small number.

David Walker was even more smug: “Heh, weren’t you acting all tough just now? Let me tell you, these are all my boys. If you ever dare bully Xiao Ying again…” He paused, realizing that Xiao Ying wasn’t working here anymore, so how could he bully her? Feeling he’d misspoken, he was about to say something else when suddenly his neck tightened—someone had lifted him up entirely. The next moment, he felt like he was flying through the clouds, “whoosh, whoosh…” The scenery flashed by rapidly, gray shadows streaking past. By the time David Walker came to his senses, he was surrounded by emptiness. Looking down, he realized in shock that he was standing atop a skyscraper—so high up!

David Walker felt dizzy, unable to comprehend how he’d gotten here. A hand steadied his swaying body: “Are you alright?” David Walker turned around—it was the man who had just saved him. Seen up close, the man was incredibly handsome, his face sharply defined, exuding strength and decisiveness.

“You brought me here?” The man in black nodded. David Walker complained, “Why bring me here? Is it cooler up here or something?” The man replied, “People from the Kongtong Sect have arrived, so I took you away first.” David Walker’s eyes widened. He blinked and asked, “Aren’t you from the Kongtong Sect?”

“Heh! Of course not.” The man smiled. “I am Matthew Wright, the Hall Master of the March Hall under the September Society.” David Walker was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood: “So you want to recruit me too?” Matthew Wright nodded. “That’s right. We in the demonic path are straightforward—if you’re willing or not, just say the word.”

At the mention of the demonic path, David Walker immediately thought of those TV characters with skulls, eating human flesh, and felt a chill run down his spine, his eyes full of fear. Matthew Wright naturally noticed his expression and smiled faintly: “Most of what’s said in the world is not to be taken seriously. The so-called demonic and righteous paths aren’t truly about good and evil; it’s just that our cultivation philosophies differ. The righteous path demonizes the demonic path, so what you know isn’t the real demonic path.”

David Walker thought about it and found it reasonable. At least, the man before him looked upright and didn’t seem like a bad person. He considered for a moment and asked, “So, your September Society… compared to the Kongtong Sect, which is stronger?” David Walker wasn’t the smartest, but he knew how to bargain. He’d already seen the strength of the Kongtong Sect, but as for the September Society, he’d only met this one person.

Matthew Wright smiled proudly: “How could the Kongtong Sect compare to my divine sect! Among the five great righteous sects, Kongtong ranks fourth, but my September Society is ranked first among the three great demonic sects!” “Wow, that’s impressive!” David Walker clicked his tongue—he’d have to think this over carefully.

“I heard you mention Xiao Ying just now. Who is she?” Matthew Wright asked. David Walker blushed and answered honestly, “She’s a girl…” Seeing his expression, Matthew Wright couldn’t help but laugh: “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. ‘A fair lady, a gentleman’s desire.’ In our divine sect, there are mystical techniques that, once mastered, greatly enhance your charm—no woman can resist!”

“Really!” David Walker was overjoyed. He looked Matthew Wright up and down, secretly wondering if he’d practiced that technique to become so attractive. Matthew Wright saw the look in his eyes and immediately explained, “That’s not the technique I practice, but if you want to be like me, I can teach you my method.”

David Walker wasn’t very interested in his techniques. After thinking it over, he shook his head. “But how do I know your September Society is really that powerful? The Kongtong Sect has already proven itself to me.” David Walker tried to bargain. Matthew Wright smiled, “That’s fine. You’ll see the strength of our September Society in time.” He pointed to a small room nearby. “You can go down from there. I won’t see you off.”

After David Walker left, a seductive woman emerged from Matthew Wright’s shadow, as thin as a sheet of paper—this was one of the September Society’s secret techniques: the Shadow Lantern Art.

“Senior brother, is this the guy? Can he really do it? Did you see how cowardly he was in the internet café just now?” The woman’s voice was soft and enchanting, enough to make anyone’s heart race. If David Walker were here, who knows what he’d be fantasizing about. Matthew Wright sighed, “I’m a bit worried too, but it’s all about nurturing potential.”

When David Walker got home, he saw a Lincoln waiting at the corner. As soon as he appeared, Thomas Moore and Grace Carter hurried out of the car and anxiously asked, “Are you alright?” David Walker snorted, “I’m fine.” He was annoyed that their rescue had come too late—if not for Matthew Wright, he would have been beaten up for sure.

Thomas Moore and the other both breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, “Who was the one who took you away?” David Walker replied irritably, “Matthew Wright.” “Matthew Wright!” Thomas Moore gasped, “The third Hall Master of the September Society!” After thinking for a moment, Thomas Moore asked David Walker, “You didn’t agree to join him, did you?” David Walker shook his head.