“There’s a colleague of yours, a demon hunter named Julia Turner who’s quite famous around Xiuxian Bieyuan. It seems she’s found some clues, and the investigation team even consulted her specifically.”

The chubby guy was skilled at gathering information from all sorts of rumors in the martial world, and he immediately expanded on it: “I heard the Tang Clan in Sichuan produced several powerful demon hunters. Is Julia Turner one of them?”

“You’re right, Julia Turner is from the Tang Clan.”

“The Tang Clan’s hidden weapons are unrivaled. I heard she killed a demon with just a single coin.”

“She lives in Building B, though I’m not sure which floor. You might run into her.”

“I saw her once at the entrance of the complex last year. Tsk tsk, that face, that figure, that aura—just incredible… Even after all this time, I still can’t get over it when I think back.”

Brother Thompson revealed his lecherous side and quickly went off-topic.

“Let’s get back to business.” The chubby guy handed over a cigarette, lit one for himself, and got straight to the point: “You just said Julia Turner found some clues. What exactly did she find?”

“At first, Julia Turner was cooperating with the investigation team. But a few days ago, for some reason, things suddenly went south. They had a big argument by the lake down there, and a lot of people heard it.”

“This girl really lives up to her Tang Clan roots—she’s got guts. She pointed at Leader Cooper and cursed him out: ‘If you guys can’t handle the Nine-Lives Demon King, fine, but you can’t even deal with a cat demon under his command, and you’re still trying to fool people like they’re idiots.’”

At this point, Old Thompson suddenly took two steps back, so startled that ash fell onto his pants.

He saw that the previously calm chubby guy now had bloodshot eyes, a cold, murderous glint in his pupils, veins bulging on his forehead, and a terrifying killing intent radiating from him.

Old Thompson had never seen the chubby guy look so frightening. That icy killing aura made his hair stand on end, and he stammered, “You… bro, what’s wrong with you?”

“The killer is connected to the Nine-Lives Demon King?” The chubby guy’s tone was icy cold.

“Bro, what’s up with you? I’ve got goosebumps all over.” Old Thompson was trembling, his hair standing on end, not daring to meet the chubby guy’s cold, bloodshot eyes.

“Answer me!” The chubby guy had completely changed, like a machine devoid of emotion.

“I just heard it from others. Why don’t you ask Julia Turner? You two are in the same line of work, you’ll have common ground.” Old Thompson was so scared he could barely speak.

“Take me to her!” The chubby guy had lost it.

At this moment, the chubby guy was not himself.

A renowned doctor had told him that his condition was called post-traumatic stress disorder.

“I don’t know Julia Turner myself. I heard that after her argument with Leader Cooper, the old man of the Tang family punished her by making her go back home to reflect. She hasn’t been at Xiuxian Bieyuan these past few days.”

As Old Thompson spoke, he saw the chubby guy grow even colder and quickly tried to think of a solution: “Bro, don’t worry. I know someone who knows Julia Turner. I’ll help you ask around and get her contact info for you.”

The killing intent faded from the chubby guy, and the bloodshot look in his eyes disappeared.

He lowered his head, finished the rest of his cigarette, and gradually returned to normal.

Then he made a decision: “No need to look at any other apartments. I’ll just rent this one.”

Old Thompson took another step back in fright. “No wonder everyone calls you a psycho. Don’t get so close to me. You go dark at the drop of a hat—it scares me!”

“Brother Thompson, sorry about earlier, I lost my temper. Come on, let’s get the move-in paperwork done.” The chubby guy put on a sheepish grin.

Old Thompson braced himself and quickly handled all the necessary procedures.

To prevent the chubby guy from suddenly flipping out, Brother Thompson even thoughtfully took him to a nearby mall to buy daily necessities and bedding, and even helped make the bed.

Once everything was done, Henry Parker transferred ten thousand over: “Can’t let you run around for nothing. You still deserve your ten percent commission.”

Brother Thompson’s eyes lit up at the sight of money, and he finally smiled. “At least you know how things work. I’m out of here.”

With that, he dashed off.

Once again, Henry Parker was alone, sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.

He had never forgotten who his greatest enemy was.

The elusive Nine-Lives Demon King was the very reason he’d been living on the edge for the past nine years.

After searching for nine years, he finally had a lead.

Chapter 10: Three Standards

The bathroom in Unit 1606, Building B of Xiuxian Bieyuan was even bigger than Henry Parker’s old bedroom.

That afternoon, the chubby guy soaked in the bathtub, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts.

It was said that the Demon King’s strength surpassed that of sword immortals.

Back when the massacre happened in his hometown, three of the Seven Sword Immortals of Mount Shu showed up.

Even with three sword immortals joining forces, they only managed to drive the Demon King away.

In the past, Henry Parker had no way to deal with an existence on the level of the Demon King.

He couldn’t even find the Demon King’s whereabouts.

But now things were different. He had become a cultivator, and at least had a sliver of hope.

If the killer in Xiuxian Bieyuan really was under the command of the Nine-Lives Demon King, this would be an important clue.

Most of the demons Henry Parker had dealt with before were just first-rank minor demons.

Even those minor demons had landed him in the hospital dozens of times.

To be able to commit crimes repeatedly in a place like Xiuxian Bieyuan, where experts were everywhere, the killer’s strength was obvious.

Now that he’d calmed down, the chubby guy didn’t act rashly. He decided to gather more intel first.