"Give you some benefits to ensure I can smoothly descend to the human World?"
Mammon stared at Fang Yuan with lashless eyes.
"And you call this... insurance?"
If Mammon understood correctly, this model seemed to be called... extortion, right?
Fang Yuan stood with his hands on his hips, full of righteousness: "Of course. Ensuring I won't interfere with your plan—how is that not insurance?"
He indeed had the confidence to say this because, on the company panel, the status of his [Five-Five Open Halo] was clearly displayed as available.
Because just now, he had left the DC Universe once and run back to the X-Men World, spending ten happy days with Mystique.
This time, Mystique's appearance was a 25-year-old Nicole Kidman, which was how Atlanna looked when she was young.
It was very exciting.
He waited until the [Five-Five Open Halo] cooldown ended before returning, perfectly exploiting a bug using his ability to determine the return time point.
So Fang Yuan really wasn't afraid of Mammon turning hostile. If he turned hostile, then so be it; if Mammon dared to strike, Fang Yuan dared to call for backup.
Ultimately, Mammon compromised.
He frowned—oh wait, he didn't have eyebrows.
Mammon furrowed his scalp: "You're very suited for Hell!"
"Thanks for the compliment," Fang Yuan waved his hand, signaling it was just basic operation, nothing to get excited about.
Mammon was exasperated. Was I complimenting you?
What powerhouse of this level would be so shameless?
Looting a burning house? And the target is a demon?
Are you Satan?
"You should know, it's impossible for me to give you anything too valuable," Mammon said with a gloomy face.
Fang Yuan understood this as well. After all, it was just a threat; making Mammon cut off his own flesh was basically impossible.
But what Mammon didn't realize was that the things he considered of little use were actually very useful in Fang Yuan's hands.
After all, Fang Yuan's true strength wasn't as great as his posturing suggested.
"It's fine, I just like collecting unique things," Fang Yuan didn't mind at all.
Getting something for nothing—he'd take whatever he could get.
It was all profit anyway.
Hearing Fang Yuan's words, a trace of realization flashed in Mammon's heart, clearly taking Fang Yuan for someone like Marvel's The Collector.
Mammon closed his eyes, the power of Hell surging wildly within him. Soon, he produced a black cross necklace, but unlike an ordinary cross, this necklace was an Inverted Cross.
"Extorting me for something of such little use to you is truly beneath your dignity," Mammon couldn't help but say as he handed the Inverted Cross necklace to Fang Yuan.
To make the Son of Satan, a boss among demons, say such things showed that Fang Yuan indeed left Mammon feeling speechless.
However, while Fang Yuan's strength might not match Mammon's, his skin was definitely thicker.
What is dignity? Real benefits are what matters!
To prevent Mammon from playing tricks, Fang Yuan remained cautious.
He decisively activated the [Five-Five Open Halo] before taking the Inverted Cross necklace.
Because of the Five-Five Open effect, Fang Yuan only felt the necklace was a bit prickly, and nothing else happened.
A strange look flashed in Mammon's eyes; he had naturally tampered with the necklace.
Curses, dark corruption, a whole bunch of things.
"Daring to take something from a demon's hand—I hope you can truly hold onto it!" Mammon sneered inwardly.
Even for someone of the same level, being cursed accidentally would be very uncomfortable—take Dumbledore, who was killed by a curse, as a reference.
If Fang Yuan fell for it, then his threat to Mammon would be minimal. Mammon could take back the item while completely eliminating Fang Yuan as a threat.
That was why he had uncharacteristically given a good item.
But to Mammon's surprise, Fang Yuan didn't react at all.
Of course, it wasn't that there was no reaction.
Fang Yuan toyed with the Inverted Cross necklace and then said cryptically to Mammon: "You've added quite a bit of 'extra seasoning' here. Being so stingy with a gift?"
In fact, he didn't know exactly what Mammon had added, but even with Homelander's simple brain, he knew Mammon would definitely play tricks.
Mammon's wariness of Fang Yuan grew even stronger. Even a demon of the same level couldn't handle his curse so easily, yet Fang Yuan held it in his hand as if he didn't feel the curse at all.
So the implication behind this was terrifying—Fang Yuan's strength might even be greater than his own!
Thus, Mammon proactively raised his hand and lifted all the curses on the Inverted Cross necklace.
Since he knew his small tricks couldn't affect Fang Yuan, he might as well be generous to leave a good impression, which would facilitate future dealings.
Fang Yuan casually stuffed the Inverted Cross necklace into his pocket, as if it weren't a treasure from a Great Demon but a ten-dollar plastic trinket from a street stall.
"In that case, I'll leave you guys to it," Fang Yuan waved his hand, preparing to leave. The three minutes were almost up, and he had to slip away quickly, or he'd have to go out and fool around for another ten days.
"Good luck!" Fang Yuan left behind a sincere blessing at the end.
Back in the real World.
"Balthazar," Fang Yuan called out.
Unexpectedly, Balthazar knelt down immediately.
He had witnessed the entire conversation between Fang Yuan and Mammon just now. Even his master was forced to pay tribute to Fang Yuan for peace. For a small fry like him, it was better to kneel first; otherwise, a single breath from the big shot might wipe him out.
"Why are you so afraid? I'm not going to eat you," Fang Yuan raised his hand and beckoned with his finger like he was calling a puppy.
"Lean in, I'll grant you a stroke of luck."
Balthazar hurried over on his knees; he was quite fast, seemingly very experienced.
Being a demon, one had to know when to yield and when to stand tall.
"The Psychic you're looking for is at this location..."
Fang Yuan directly told Balthazar about Isabel's whereabouts.
It seemed like he was helping Mammon, but in reality, he was sending Mammon on his way to doom.
"You know what to do, right?" Fang Yuan asked.
Balthazar nodded quickly.
Sure enough, the next day Fang Yuan left under the pretext of inquiring about the lance of longinus. When he returned, he found Constantine's residence in a mess, with a huge gap in the wall.
"Isabel has been taken!" Angela said, rushing over when she saw Fang Yuan.
"Wasn't this place... supposed to be very safe?" Fang Yuan asked, knowing full well what had happened.
Constantine's face turned red, and he was very self-reproachful: "I was too careless. I knew they were the demons' targets; I should have given them the amulets too!"
"We must go save Isabel!" Angela was very anxious and quickly asked Fang Yuan for help.
"I have an idea that might reveal where Isabel is," Fang Yuan offered his suggestion. "Reactivate your Psychic abilities, and you should be able to sense Isabel's location."
"Then I'll go find Midnight Daddy and ask him for some gear!" Constantine said angrily.
In Constantine's eyes, Isabel being taken was his responsibility, so he was now putting life and death aside.
Chas, Beeman, and the others left with Constantine, while Angela and Fang Yuan went to the bathroom.
Fang Yuan filled the bathtub with water. From the plot, he knew that by putting Angela in the water, the life-and-death crisis would reactivate her Psychic sensing.
Standing in the bathtub, Angela was a bit hesitant. She asked shyly: "Do I... have to take off all my clothes?"
Fang Yuan answered calmly: "Of course!"
Angela looked at Fang Yuan, her face turning a bit rosy.
"Okay!"
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