Looking at Hunter Sullivan's arrogant expression, the corners of Evan Clark's mouth lifted slightly, forming a playful and wicked arc:

"Hunter Sullivan? A direct descendant of the Ye family? Was this all planned by you?"

Evan Clark's face showed no emotion at all, as if he were merely talking about something trivial.

Hm?

Hunter Sullivan frowned. He felt that the Evan Clark before him was a bit off.

The old Evan Clark was timid by nature, never daring to call him by name, barely even daring to breathe in his presence. Even when he beat him black and blue every day, Evan Clark never showed the slightest dissatisfaction.

But the Evan Clark before him now was different.

"Hmph! Since you overheard, I won't hide it from you!" Hunter Sullivan stared straight at Evan Clark, his face full of cold sneers, brimming with disdain and mockery:

"That's right! I did it! I knocked you out! Laura Clark was drugged and knocked out by me! The reporters—I brought them! All to use Laura Clark's fiancé Ryan Grant to get rid of you!"

As he spoke, Hunter Sullivan's eyes filled with viciousness and cruelty:

"Hmph! How dare a useless bastard like you receive the old master's endless favor? He even wants you to inherit the Ye family! Let me tell you, you are the shame of the Ye family, a worthless piece of trash! If you want to inherit the Ye family, you must die!!!"

Hunter Sullivan's voice was filled with murderous intent!

Yet, hearing these venomous words, Evan Clark's face still showed no anger. He simply nodded calmly:

"Oh! Alright! Since you want to kill me, I'll grant your wish!"

With that, Evan Clark paid no attention to Hunter Sullivan and the other man's reactions. He stretched out his fair finger and drew a strange, mysterious rune on the back seat.

The rune looked like a character, yet also like a series of patterns—its meaning was completely indecipherable.

Seeing this, Hunter Sullivan frowned and shouted harshly:

"Trash, what are you doing? This Mercedes is expensive—if you damage my seat, I'll make your life a living hell!"

A living hell?

Hearing those words, Evan Clark laughed—a laugh like a child who'd stolen candy, wicked and ghostly!

"Sorry! You live only if I let you live! If I want you dead, you... must die!"

After saying this, Evan Clark gave Hunter Sullivan a deep look, as if looking at a dead man, then opened the car door and walked straight out.

"Bastard!!!"

Seeing Evan Clark get out, Hunter Sullivan's face twisted with even more malice:

"Damn it, that bastard dares to act tough in front of me! Fine! You got away this time, but next time, you will die!!!"

With that, Hunter Sullivan said to the driver:

"Drive!"

Hearing this, the driver swallowed hard, terror written all over his face:

"Young Master Hu! That pattern the trash drew... it looks... off..."

For some reason, looking at that pattern made the driver's scalp tingle and his hair stand on end, as if disaster was imminent.

It was as if that wasn't a pattern, but a death mark!

Hm?

Hunter Sullivan was stunned, and immediately turned to look at the pattern.

Just as he turned, the mysterious pattern suddenly burst into brilliant light, and a wave of destructive energy surged out.

"No! Get out of the car!!!"

Hunter Sullivan was scared out of his wits and, without hesitation, jumped out of the car!

But—it was too late!

Boom!!!

A deafening explosion, flames soaring sky-high!

The Mercedes sedan was instantly blown to a heap of scrap metal.

Hunter Sullivan himself was blasted three or four meters away, crashing hard to the ground, covered in blood.

One of his legs was blown off, his whole body torn and bleeding, looking like a man made of blood.

The overwhelming pain made Hunter Sullivan tremble all over, shaking like a leaf:

"Aaaah! My leg! My leg is broken!!!"

Hunter Sullivan's eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.

He couldn't imagine how Evan Clark had done it—this was beyond his comprehension.

Especially when he recalled Evan Clark's sinister, wicked smile as he left, a chill shot from Hunter Sullivan's feet straight to his head, making his scalp tingle:

"A demon! He's not human! He... he's a demon!!!"

In Hunter Sullivan's eyes, only a demon could have such terrifying means!

Chapter 3 Kill, All That Can Be Killed!

By the riverside of the Jiangshui River!

Evan Clark walked slowly, his expression indifferent!

For him, mercy had never been an option.

Whoever tries to kill him, he will kill!

Whatever ghost tries to destroy him, he will destroy!

And Hunter Sullivan, in his eyes, was nothing but an ant—easily crushed!

"I wonder how the Demon Star is doing now?"

Evan Clark looked up at the sky. He knew that in the vast universe beyond Earth, there were ten thousand demons waiting for him, worshipping him.

And he was the Emperor of Demons!

"And that silly girl—if she hears of the Demon Emperor's fall, she might just overturn the universe and bathe the three great dominator forbidden zones in blood!"

Thinking of that peerless beauty in the starry sky, the one who had called him 'big brother' since childhood, Evan Clark gave a bitter smile.

That silly girl had always been his little shadow since they were kids!

Only, he was born with extraordinary talent, while she had a mortal body!