The Exorcism Began in America.

"Bishop Connell, what made you decide to call me?"

The person on the other end of the line was none other than Bishop Connell, the prelate from The Holy See who had previously dealt with Chu Feng in Paris for quite some time.

On the other end of the call, the originally vigorous Bishop Connell now lay weakly on a sickbed, only able to hold the mobile phone to his ear with the aid of a Monk beside him.

"Bishop Chu Feng, I need your help here! COUGH, COUGH..."

Hearing the weak voice on the other end of the line, Chu Feng's smile vanished in an instant.

"What happened?"

"It's the Gate of Breaking Boundary! We were too late. Demons... have escaped!"

Chu Feng, who had never expected to hear the term "Gate of Breaking Boundary" from someone else, felt his pupils constrict.

"Did you... close it?"

"It was a small Gate of Breaking Boundary. After losing... more than a dozen priests who had received Holy blessings, we've already destroyed it."

When speaking of the losses, Bishop Connell's tone was noticeably choked up.

On the other end, however, hearing the news that the Gate of Breaking Boundary had been destroyed, Chu Feng's mood relaxed significantly!

Even a small Gate of Breaking Boundary would be enough for Hell Creatures with strength below Demons to travel freely between the Human World and Hell.

If it had remained open, humanity would likely soon become a thing of history.

"Alright, I will set off immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Chu Feng couldn't help but mock himself for ever believing the words of that demon soldier.

Indeed, a demon's words are absolutely not to be trusted!

At this moment, James and Manager Graman finished their discussion and came over to Chu Feng.

"Mr. Chu, I need to report this incident with the hotel to my boss, and your payment will be transferred to your account shortly."

Seeing James behind Graman gesturing an "OK" sign, Chu Feng nodded lightly.

"Good, then let's not stay any longer. Goodbye, Graman!"

With a wave of his hand, Chu Feng and James turned and left the Dolphin Hotel's main entrance.

In the car on the way back.

Chu Feng looked at James, who was still visibly excited, and let out a light chuckle.

"James, I need to go to Europe tomorrow. Don't accept any clients carelessly these days."

"Ah? Okay, Boss, I'll be careful!" James's high spirits instantly fell quite a bit.

Clearly, the prospect of not continuing to accept clients made James, this proactive hard worker (also known as the "Work-King"), quite sad.

...

The next morning, Chu Feng took an early flight and headed off to Europe.

This time, his destination was no longer Paris, the capital of France.

Lyon, the third largest city in southeastern France and the location of the Interpol headquarters.

Just after landing, Chu Feng stood outside the airport. He took out his cell phone and, after some thought, scrolled through his contacts for a while before finally finding the number of his former student, Father Rojas.

"BEEP... BEEP... BEEP..."

The phone rang for a long while before it was finally picked up, but unexpectedly, the voice that came through from the other end was not that of Rojas.

"Bishop Chu, hello!" a soft female voice, one he didn't recognize, came from the other end of the phone.

"Who are you? Where is Father Rojas?"

The nun's voice on the other end of the phone grew heavy.

"Father Rojas is currently in a hospital ward, in a coma, and has not yet woken up!"

"What? He went to the Gate of Breaking Boundary too?"

Chu Feng's tone was somewhat surprised; he truly hadn't expected such a coincidence.

"Yes!"

"Well, in that case, let's hope he wakes up soon!"

I had originally thought of not disturbing Bishop Cornell, whose condition was clearly not good, but now it seems I have no choice but to visit!

At that moment, a person resembling a Monk suddenly approached Chu Feng.

"Bishop Chu Feng, please follow me. Bishop Cornell sent me to pick you up."

"Alright, let's go."

Soon, the two were seated in a black sedan, speeding towards a hospital of The Holy See.

Lyon Main Palace Hospital, located in the Peninsula District at the heart of Lyon city, on the western bank of the Rhone River.

In a ward at the core of the hospital, Chu Feng saw the exceedingly frail Bishop Cornell lying on a hospital bed.

His once white hair had even lost its luster, and his face displayed many new crevice-like wrinkles, as his cloudy eyes quietly gazed at the arriving Chu Feng.

"Bishop Chu Feng, you look as spirited as ever!" Bishop Cornell sighed, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Bishop, rest well in the hospital. I'm sure you'll be back to your former self soon."

"Let's hope so," Bishop Cornell murmured, gently shaking his head.

"Alright, let's not talk about this. Let me tell you what happened!"

Chu Feng hurriedly leaned in closer, listening carefully to the account.

...

Ten minutes later, after Bishop Cornell's narration, Chu Feng had finally understood the sequence of events.

The incident occurred in a small town called Mar, southeast of Lyon.

The town had a population of about ten thousand, but now only half had escaped; the majority had perished in this Gate of Breaking Boundary incident.

Three days ago, The Holy See received a plea for help from the French authorities about a series of bizarre incidents in the town of Mar.

After a thorough investigation, members of The Holy See discovered that someone was attempting to open the Gate of Breaking Boundary, welcoming an invasion from Hell.

This discovery sent shockwaves through the upper echelons of The Holy See. They promptly mobilized all nearby personnel endowed with Holy Power to converge. Their intention was to interrupt the ceremony and thwart the incursion of Hell's forces.

Contrary to expectations, however, the number of Bizarre guardians significantly exceeded The Holy See's estimates.

After sacrificing more than a dozen priests, the fully opened Gate of Breaking Boundary was finally completely destroyed.

As for the Demons that had escaped, the remaining personnel of The Holy See could only manage to defend themselves.

After hearing Bishop Cornell's account, Chu Feng's mood grew significantly heavier.

A Demon from Hell with strength equivalent to an Evil Spirit—Chu had never truly crossed swords with such an adversary.

This truly is a troublesome mission! Chu Feng suddenly felt that the annual salary of fifty million US dollars from The Holy See wasn't so attractive after all, and it even began to feel like a hot potato.

As if sensing the hesitation in Chu Feng's eyes, Bishop Cornell gently patted Chu Feng's hand.

"Rest assured, The Holy See will not shortchange those who truly contribute. If you can resolve this incident, your annual salary will be doubled to one hundred million US dollars!"

A hundred million? Chu Feng's face was full of surprise.

Inwardly, he couldn't help but admire the money-gathering abilities of this lone legitimate religious authority in the Western world of Blue Star.

With the current resurgence of the Bizarre, I wonder how much sponsorship money Western countries give The Holy See each year? And then there's The Holy See's own ability to amass wealth...

After a quick calculation, a sense of envy welled up inside me—I almost wished I could take their place!