I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Zhang Hui read through the small notebook in front of him.

In the notebook, the requirements of the target were jotted down.

First: demand that the relevant parties be held accountable.

Second: the relevant parties must give me an explanation.

Third: they must ensure that similar things do not happen again.

Zhang Hui gulped.

As the Minister of Internal Affairs, he was too familiar with the format of these requirements.

Ultimatum!

This is an ultimatum!

The subtext was no doubt.

To hold the relevant parties accountable (if you cannot, I will), the relevant parties must give me an explanation (if you can't, I will make them!), must ensure that similar things do not happen again (if it happens again, I cannot guarantee that there would be no such accidents in future!).

Other than not giving a deadline, that was pretty much the text of an ultimatum from the Federal Foreign Affairs to a foreign country.

Generally speaking, once this ultimatum is sent out.

It is equivalent to the Federal Empire entering into a wartime mobilization system.

A massive army, navy, and air force assembly.

All rail guns in space-synchronous orbit will be set into recharging mode.

All strategic weapons of the strategic forces would enter a firing mode.

If the other party could not give a satisfactory answer within the stipulated time, a war could not be avoided.

Although the Federal Empire had not issued such an ultimatum for almost 200 years.

This diplomatic format was still easily distinguishable by everyone.

Therefore…

Zhang Hui gulped again.

He was having a view of the monsters in the fog gathering under the orders of their master.

On the ceiling, under the floor, in the cracks in the wall, on the bookshelves.

Terrifying and strange things were crawling at the feet of that person.

He sat on the empty and holy throne, overlooking the world.

Between his fingers was a fragile and innocent planet.

The fire in his eyes had already shot out and enveloped the innocent planet.

"To live or to be destroyed?!"

"Please choose!"

Once a denial answer is given.

Countless monsters will come out of their nest in full force.

The entire world would fall apart.

Not an inch of land could be spared.

And not a single living creature could escape.

This was almost certainly the future.

Zhang Hui was noticeably clear because he had faced that terrifying nest within the mist.

He had also witnessed his great power with his own eyes.

Just two sentences… which had gone through layers of protection and filtering, and they had almost caused him to be doomed beyond redemption.

With a scan with the phone, his soul was predestined.

That was an ability that was unheard of.

It was also an unimaginable great power.

He raised his head and looked at the police officer in front of him.

This police officer was just an ordinary person, but he had some understanding of the affairs related to the Blackguards.

Therefore, his seemingly strong-built body was sitting on a chair, but he was restless.

"Does he have any other requests?" Zhang Hui tried to make her tone as calm as possible.

"Report, sir!" The police officer immediately saluted and reported, "that young master, after hearing that the suspect is dead, calmly told me: Since the man has already paid the price, then I will not pursue his responsibility anymore!"

"Hmm?" Zhang Hui's brows furrowed.

"Not long after I left…" the police officer immediately added, "I received a call from that young sir. The young sir asked me to anonymously express his apology to the deceased's parents, wife, and children, and to donate 4,444 Chinese yuan anonymously…"

"4,444 Chinese Yuan?" Zhang Hui's heart skipped a beat, and his legs and stomach trembled because of this number.

For in his mind, he recalled what the forensic doctor had said: we have confirmed that the frequency of these psionic disturbances was related to some curse…

Perhaps its bloodline, its progeny, and its ancestors are cursed.

Not knowing the type of curse…

But they would die in a horrible state!

So… he knew what was going to happen to the werewolf, and yet he said something like this. Does he mean something else?

4444? Dead, dead, dead, dead?

Or it could be understood as: My patience is limited.

See those wolf pups?

Do you want to be one of them?

Ignore my request if you want to.

Zhang Hui finally no longer hesitated.

He said to the strong-built officer, "Thank you for your trouble. You can leave now."

The officer saluted to Zhang Hui, then turned and left.

Zhang Hui watched him leave.

Then he picked up a red phone on the table and dialed.

"This is Zhang Hui!" He said, "connect my line to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs'!"

After a while, the voice of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' liaison officer came through the phone.

Zhang Hui gave his order coldly.

… … … ..

Ling Pingan closed the shop before nine o'clock.

The main reason was that he was worried that if a murder happened, it would cause a bad reputation.

If the neighbors found out about it, it would affect the valuation of the bookstore.

Although he had no intention of selling it.

But…

The value of the real estate is similar to the numbers in the bank cards of rich men.

Just looking at it would be very satisfying.

At least, with the valuation, Ling Pingan could be considered as a middle-class man in society.

He would not be like a rice bug waiting to be fed by relying on the Federation Empire's allowance.

After locking the shutter door, Ling Pingan sighed. "fortunately, it's evening… and there's no one around…"

"Fortunately, the police officer came quickly and left quickly!"

"Otherwise, the neighbors would probably know that I killed someone…"

"I should probably hurry up and clean up!" He said, "otherwise, wouldn't it be terrible if any customer comes to visit tomorrow and finds out bloodstains on the ground?!"

So, he was preparing to find a mop and detergent to clean up the bloodstains on the ground.

Anyway, the police officers had already left.

They didn't say anything about protecting the scene.

But, when he walked to the counter, he was stunned.

The ground was spotless.

Not to mention the bloodstains, there was not a single trace.

"Huh?" Ling Pingan scratched his head and began to recall the incident in the evening.

He remembered clearly that the foreigner had lost a lot of blood.

"Could it be that the police officer helped me clean up the mess?" He was puzzled.

That was the only explanation.

Thinking carefully, only those professionals could completely clean up the bloodstains.

Therefore, the young bookstore owner was as happy as a child that he did not need to clean up.

… … ..

In the hinterland of Qin.

An ancient castle stood in the canyon in the depths of a hidden part of a mountain.

It was late at night.

The hall of the castle was pitch-black and extremely quiet.

There were only oil lamps burning on the chairs.

There were thirteen chairs in total.

Arranged in a circular shape throughout the vast hall.

However, the oil lamp on one of the chairs had somehow extinguished.

The oil lamp fell to the ground and shattered.

A crow flew in from the window of the castle.

It circled the entire hall.

Suddenly, it saw something.

It immediately screamed, "the life lamp extinguished! The life lamp extinguished!"

Thus, awakening the entire castle.