My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS

"What kind of people are the Salvation Society?"

Mu Long rasped out the question.

"A bunch of self-proclaimed saviors who are actually madmen," Black Cocoon whispered, "And I can tell you plainly: one of the members of the Salvation Society is lurking within the Rainbow Wing Organization."

"Rainbow Wings?"

Mr. Ghost Bell mused, his pupils contracting suddenly.

"That's right... Rainbow Wings." Black Cocoon nodded, "I investigated the Salvation Society, which is why I helped Mr. Blue Arc join Rainbow Wings. For you and for my safety, I've never shared this information with you, Mr. Ghost Bell. Your wife's death may be related to the Salvation Society."

"You're joking, right?" This time Mr. Ghost Bell couldn't stay put. Like Mu Long, he stepped closer to Black Cocoon.

"Oh, my god..." Black Cocoon sighed, covering his face, "I've been speaking as straightforwardly as I can. Could your attitudes be a little calmer? You're just someone who lost a wife and someone who lost a brother and father."

He pinched his fingers and muttered, "Let me count, the combined deaths of my parents could fill a mahjong table. Why am I not as angry as you two?"

"You mean... this has something to do with Blue Arc too?" Mu Long latched onto the key point.

"Yes, Blue Arc has already received an invitation to join Rainbow Wings." Black Cocoon said, "He will get in touch with the Salvation Society's undercover agents within the Rainbow Wing Organization, and possibly... Lin Zhengquan was killed by someone from Rainbow Wings."

He paused: "After all, some members of Rainbow Wings are currently in Li Jing, and their appearance coincides with Lin Zhengquan's death. Don't you find this a bit too coincidental, Mr. Mu Long?"

Mr. Ghost Bell froze, muttering softly, "Qiye, received an invitation from Rainbow Wings?"

Mu Long squinted, "You want me to help Blue Arc?"

"No, you two are just temporarily joining forces." Black Cocoon said, "Once the Salvation Society is dealt with, you can tear each other apart like beasts, and I won't stand in your way. As for Mr. Ghost Bell's opinion, I'm not sure."

"No way... I won't allow Qiye to join Rainbow Wings!" Mr. Ghost Bell growled lowly.

"What if I told you your daughter has been targeted by the Salvation Society too?"

Black Cocoon's eerie words left Mr. Ghost Bell momentarily stunned. Mu Long was slightly taken aback too.

"Say that again," Mr. Ghost Bell stared at Black Cocoon, "What about Xiaomai?"

"Su Zimai, she's a member of the Ghost Train Corps."

Black Cocoon said while flipping through a book, "And the Ghost Train Corps is the exorcist team that Mr. Lin Zhengquan belonged to. Lin Zhengquan was silenced by the Salvation Society. Do you think your daughter will be spared?"

"That girl... is Mr. Ghost Bell's daughter?"

Mu Long lowered his head, unable to believe it. He had seen Su Zimai once or twice in the hospital back then, but he would never have guessed she was the daughter from the Gu Zhuo Case.

Mr. Ghost Bell froze, slowly stepping back, muttering, "Xiaomai, is being targeted too?"

"Don't worry, at least she's safe for the short term because Ke Qirui has taken her to seek refuge with Lake Hunting. Lake Hunting is the toughest exorcist organization in the world, and its status in the realm of Extraordinary Influence could rival Rainbow Wings. Moreover, Lake Hunting operates on a hereditary family system, so the possibility of infiltration by the Salvation Society is minimal."

Black Cocoon, having just offered solace, flipped a page, adding:

"But can you guarantee that Lake Hunting can protect your daughter forever? Mr. Ghost Bell, as long as the Salvation Society exists, your daughter will always be at risk of death, just like Lin Zhengquan... torn apart, hanging from a streetlight."

"Shut up—!" "You bastard, say that again!"

Black Cocoon's words undeniably hit both of their nerves; Mr. Ghost Bell and Mu Long were completely furious.

The latter's face twitched, his long sword almost piercing through Black Cocoon's neck, yet he still held back the tip.

"I'll say it one last time. Your only way to win now is to cooperate with me." Black Cocoon said, "The two of you, plus me, and Blue Arc; the four of us will first stir up the Rainbow Wing Organization, avenge Miss Su Ying, and then find clues about the Salvation Society."

He paused: "This is the only way for all of us to achieve mutual victory, avenging Mr. Lin Zhengquan and ensuring Su Zimai's safety. Apart from this, no matter which path you choose, there's no chance of success."

Mu Long gloomily locked eyes with him, like a giant eagle eyeing its prey.

"You just said... the people from Rainbow Wings are in this city?" Mr. Ghost Bell suddenly asked.

"Wait, you're not thinking of doing something stupid, are you?" Black Cocoon froze, "Let me warn you, if you think you can take down Rainbow Wings all by yourself, you're wrong, utterly wrong. Cooperation, understand? We need to have a spirit of cooperation."

"I won't allow Qiye to join Rainbow Wings, no matter what sweet words you use to deceive me." Mr. Ghost Bell continued.

"Oh? Then what about Su Zimai? If Blue Arc doesn't join Rainbow Wings, we won't get any clues about the Salvation Society."

"Xiaomai, I'll protect her myself. The people from the Salvation Society can come as they please, and I will fend them off one by one."

Black Cocoon remained silent for a moment: "Are you sure? Then let me ask, what do you intend to do next?"

Mr. Ghost Bell enunciated each word: "First, wipe out the Rainbow Wings in this city, and force information about Su Ying and the Salvation Society out of them."

"You're insane." Black Cocoon squinted, "They might be looking for you. Fan Dongqing has been to Li Jing once to kill you. If it wasn't for your luck in going to Japan that day, you would've died at Fan Dongqing's hands. Besides, this time, it's not just Fan Dongqing alone coming."

He paused: "Mr. Ghost Bell, do you think luck will always favor you, a brute? Can you be sure you'll escape death from their grasp this time? If you die, who will save your son and daughter?"

"They can come as they please, and I will actively seek them out." Mr. Ghost Bell said softly.

As he finished speaking, Mr. Ghost Bell moved past Black Cocoon, his silhouette slowly disappearing into the shadows.

Black Cocoon tilted his head, silently watching his back fade away, then sighed softly.

"Looks like someone is beyond saving, oh well... if he wants to die, let him." Black Cocoon said, turning to Mu Long, "And you, what do you plan to do?"

Mu Long was silent for a moment, lowering the blade from Black Cocoon's neck, "If the Salvation Society really killed my brother, then... I'll find them and take revenge."

"A firm stance, very good. Can you work with Blue Arc?"

Mu Long hung his head in thought for a while, then slowly lifted it, a shady light in his eyes:

"Blue Arc... once the Salvation Society is dealt with, I'll settle the score with him one by one."

Black Cocoon shook his head, sighing with relief:

"That's great. I knew not everyone is a wild bull, so go talk Mr. Ghost Bell into reason. Watching him get himself killed isn't virtuous."

"What Mr. Ghost Bell wants to do is his own business, nothing to do with me." Mu Long sheathed his sword, "I'm going to confirm my brother's body now. I'm in a bad mood, so don't wander around me."

Black Cocoon scratched his jaw, muttering to himself, "I see, even just a head can be called a body?"

"Shut up—!"

Mu Long's eyes sharpened, and with a sudden turn, his blade cut a bright arc like moonlight.

Yet, Black Cocoon's figure had vanished, leaving only air, the restraint belt swaying, his transparent silhouette merging into the shadows of the corridor.

As he regained his composure, Mu Long slowly lowered his head to find a mobile phone lying on the ground. On its screen, in the memo app, a line was left:

——"Use this phone to contact me in the future, Mr. Mu Long. No need to thank me for the gift."

He panted, biting his teeth, casually picking up the phone with his long sword, gripping it in his hand, and then moving towards the darkness.

At this point, the long underground corridor finally emptied, and the flickering lights went out for good.

Moments later, a low murmuring echoed in the dark.

"So... how many people will die this time? How many can I save? I'll do my best."

Black Cocoon closed the "Les Misérables" in his hand, spinning in mid-air before landing, leaving without looking back.