He glanced around, casually placed the soul-nurturing lamp on the mortuary table, and examined the various mechanical devices arranged in the room.

An undertaker?

He had done that before!

You know, he started out as a shinshi.

So-called shinshi, to put it bluntly, were general laborers—any and all chores related to life and death were handled by them.

But back then, the environment was nowhere near as good as it is now.

And the corpses they collected weren’t just human; there were also the bodies of demons and ferocious beasts, which made it far more dangerous than today.

“Tony, after seeing all this, I feel like I have to be a forensic investigator whether I want to or not.”

Adam couldn’t help but laugh.

Chris didn’t say anything, just looked around the room, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

“Forensic investigator?”

Bruno looked at Chris in confusion.

Chris was about to explain when suddenly, from downstairs, Mia’s scream rang out...

Chapter 6: The Threat from the Fulin Gang

“Who are you people? What do you want?”

The three of them—Chris and the others—came down from the second floor, and as soon as they exited the elevator, they saw more than a dozen people blocking the lobby.

At the front was an Asian man with dyed yellow hair.

Mia had been forced into a corner at the front desk, surrounded by two Asians.

Seeing this, Bruno immediately rushed over.

The two Asians stepped forward to block him, shoving him to the ground.

“Stop it!” the yellow-haired man shouted, and the others immediately stopped.

He lit a cigarette, grinning as he said, “We’re here to talk business. How can you be so rude?”

With that, he looked at Chris and Adam.

“Hey, you must be Chris, right? I’m John Lewis, but you can also call me Yvonne Lewis, as in ‘joyful’.”

Chris stopped Adam, reached out to help Bruno up, and motioned for Mia to hide behind him.

“I’m Chris. What do you want?”

John Lewis chuckled and sat on a high stool outside the front desk.

“I’ve heard of you. You’re that old guy Thomas’s son. Heh, Thomas used to be a partner of our Fulin Gang. Now that he’s dead, the partnership can’t continue. I happened to be passing by today and saw you’d opened up, so I wanted to ask—are you selling this place? After all, business isn’t easy these days.”

Chris glanced around the lobby and said in a low voice, “Not for sale.”

“Three million. If you agree, I’ll pay immediately.”

“I said, not for sale!”

“Brother, don’t be so stubborn. I’m with the Fulin Gang, and it’s my old man who’s interested in this place. Out of respect for Thomas, I’m offering this price. If you don’t sell, I can guarantee you won’t make a single cent here in the future.”

Bruno whispered in Chris’s ear, “He’s Mr. Lewis’s grandson. He’s been here twice before, but never said anything.”

Chris smiled, looked at John Lewis, and said, “I don’t know much about my father’s dealings with Mr. Lewis, so if there’s no partnership, so be it. But this funeral home was my father’s life’s work. Even though he’s gone, I intend to keep it going.”

“So there’s nothing to discuss, then.”

Chris smiled faintly and said, “Sorry to have wasted your time.”

“Heh, like I said, you won’t make a damn cent here.”

John Lewis’s face darkened. He stood up, tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, crushed it hard with his foot, then waved his hand.

“Wreck the place.”

A dozen or so Asians immediately surged forward, smashing things everywhere.

“Stop it!”

Bruno hurried forward to stop them, but was kicked to the ground.

Seeing this, Adam reached for his lower back.

“Tony, don’t move.”

Before Adam could draw his gun, Chris had already charged out.

With a powerful step, like a tiger climbing a mountain, an Asian man screamed and fell to the ground.

The original body had trained in martial arts since childhood under Miles Foster, and was quite skilled.

Now, Chris had no spiritual power and couldn’t use the techniques of a shingū sorcerer. But he had been a spirit handler, spending years in the wild marshes—seizing spiritual power, fighting killers, eliminating wild gods... His combat experience was far beyond that of modern people. Battles at the shingū sorcerer level could truly shake the heavens and earth.

Since he was fighting, he would go all out, like a lion hunting a rabbit.

These Asians were mediocre fighters, relying on numbers to bully ordinary people.

But against someone like Chris, they were like children.

Chris moved with lightning speed, as fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water. His hands, feet, and body all seemed to become unstoppable weapons. With every move, someone fell—either with broken limbs or coughing up blood.

“Chris, you said you couldn’t fight on an empty stomach!”

Adam shouted excitedly.

Meanwhile, John Lewis turned pale with fear, staring at Chris in terror.

“Don’t come any closer!”

John Lewis drew a military knife from his waist and pointed it at Chris, shouting loudly.

Just then, two police officers burst in, guns drawn and aimed at John Lewis, shouting, “Police! Drop your weapon and get on the ground!”

Startled, John Lewis immediately dropped the knife.

He dared to shout at Chris, but not at the police.