Chapter 76

Done~!

Yang Jian quickly finished his work.

He called everyone on the contact list, not missing a single one.

Next was to wait.

The spread of this curse wasn't immediate; when the knocking ghost would visit depended on its mood... after all, it was also very busy.

"Everything's done on my end, how about you?"

Yang Jian picked up the phone and called Yan Li, while clearing files and records on his computer.

"Already arranged, we can go to the club for the transaction now. Where are you? Do you need me to pick you up?" Yan Li immediately replied.

"No need, I have a car. Just send me the location."

"Alright."

With the location sent, Yang Jian immediately drove over.

The location was in the outskirts of the city.

It was a bit remote.

But that was normal; such a dangerous gathering place indeed shouldn't be in a crowded urban area.

On the way, Yang Jian contacted the operator, Liu Xiaoyu.

"Do you have any information about the Ghost Master Club in Dachang City?"

Liu Xiaoyu, who had just answered, was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Is it a civilian club? Information about such matters isn't under our jurisdiction, and I'm not clear about it."

"Alright, that's it then." Yang Jian said.

Since Liu Xiaoyu didn't know, there was no need to keep the call going.

"Wait, don't hang up yet. I have a message for you. The matter with Zhou Zheng in Dachang City has been handled. A detective will be dispatched to Dachang City soon to take over Zhou Zheng's work. You might want to contact him; it would be better to ask him directly about some things." Liu Xiaoyu said.

"A new detective?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered: "I'll try to contact him if I have time."

"Alright, I'll send you some information." Liu Xiaoyu said.

"Alright, I'll hang up then."

After driving for about ten minutes, Yang Jian stopped in front of an estate in the outskirts of the city.

The location was here.

"Yang Jian, over here." Yan Li waved from the road.

"Is this the club? It looks quite official." Yang Jian looked up and said.

Yan Li said, "It's funded by a local tycoon. If you join the club, you might get funding from a tycoon too. When I first joined, a tycoon funded me with ten million."

"Sounds like some dirty deal." Yang Jian said.

"Not that serious. These local tycoons have more money than they know what to do with. They usually just spend it or show off. Now that there are supernatural incidents, they use their money to buy safety. We take their money, and in a nice way, we take care of them. In a harsh way, we're just their bodyguards." Yan Li said.

"Let's go, I'll show you around the club."

The environment inside the estate was very nice, with gardens, fountains, lawns... and many traditional Chinese buildings. It was clear that the designer had excellent taste.

"Mr. Yan, welcome." Two receptionists greeted with smiles as they approached the hall.

Yang Jian glanced at the two receptionists.

Of course, he wasn't admiring their long legs, but he felt that these receptionists were somewhat abnormal... their professional smiles were too stiff, like those of the dead.

"No, not dead."

Yang Jian sensed their breathing and aura, but the aura was somewhat cold and eerie.

In short, not normal.

"The person is waiting on the fifth floor." Yan Li said.

"Is there any risk?" Yang Jian asked.

Yan Li laughed, "How could there be any risk? This is the club. Transactions here are completely safe."

"Still, be cautious. Your information might have leaked from this club. Otherwise, how could ordinary people find out about you?" Yang Jian said.

"That's true."

As they spoke, they took the elevator to the fifth floor.

They pushed open the door.

It was a luxuriously decorated hall.

But as soon as Yang Jian and Yan Li entered, the few people in the hall immediately looked over.

Yan Li?

They almost immediately recognized him, but they paused when they saw Yang Jian.

"Ha, Yan Li, you came just in time. We were just talking about you. Not bad, you made a fortune in just a few days, and you actually managed to successfully imprison a ghost." A middle-aged man laughed, stood up from the sofa, and walked over.

"But doing such things alone is dangerous. Why didn't you invite us to help?"

"Money should be made together."

Yan Li was repulsed by this man. "Zhang Han, we still haven't settled the score from last time. You have the nerve to say this?"

It seemed he had been wronged by Zhang Han before.

"Ha, you still remember that little thing? I thought you had forgotten. We're all in the same boat, why be so clear-cut? Who's this young man? Not a new recruit, is he?" Zhang Han squinted and sized up Yang Jian.

"He's Yang Jian, a new Ghost Master. He's here to do business with me." Yan Li said, "I hope everyone can give me some face and not make things difficult for him."

"What do you mean by 'make things difficult'? We welcome new members, but the rules for new members can't be changed." Zhang Han laughed.

Yan Li didn't say anything, just ignored Zhang Han and led Yang Jian to one side.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go get the person."

"Alright." Yang Jian nodded.

"Be careful. Some of these people are not normal. If there's trouble, just endure it for now. We don't need to deal with them." Yan Li said.

Yang Jian said, "I'll try my best."

Yan Li left through another passage.

But as soon as he left, the few people sitting there looked at Yang Jian again.

"Newcomer? Looks pretty green. How old is he? Is he even an adult?"

"Looks like a student. It's a pity he became a Ghost Master at such a young age."

"Want to play with him? We have nothing better to do anyway."

"Of course. We can't let him be like Yan Li when he first came, thinking he's something special and looking down on everyone. Let him learn a lesson, and we can see his abilities. We also need to explain the rules to him."

Two people were drinking at the bar.

One of them held a glass and grinned, walking over.

"Friend, let me introduce myself. I'm Ye Jun, a member of this club and a Ghost Master like you."

Ye Jun swaggered over, extending his hand with a smile.

"Yang Jian."

Yang Jian politely shook his hand.

But at that moment, he felt Ye Jun's hand was icy cold, like that of a dead person.

At the same time, a ghost eye almost uncontrollably appeared in his palm, emitting a faint red light.

A black handprint appeared on his palm.

"Don't shake his hand. He's Ye Jun, the Ghost Hand. His hand can curse you. Oh, you're so careless. This thing will rot you into a pile of mush within three days. That's just one handprint. If he gives you a few more, you won't last a minute." Zhang Han shook his head and sighed.

"You're in a bad situation now. Let Ye Jun remove it for you. Only he can do it."

Yang Jian looked at the black handprint on his palm.

"What does this mean?"

Ye Jun casually sat down and said, "Yang Jian, right? As a newcomer, you didn't even greet us, and you don't know the rules. That's very impolite. But we're generous and won't hold it against you. To be straightforward, we take 50% of the profit from your transaction today. But don't worry, it's just this once, not again."

"Of course, this money isn't just for me. All club members will take a cut. When you join the club, you'll also get a cut from new members' first transactions."

Yang Jian looked at the handprint on his palm. "Is there such a rule? Why didn't Yan Li tell me?"

"He wouldn't tell you. He suffered a lot when he first came. After all, he was young and impulsive." Ye Jun shook his head, swirling his glass.

"So, the mistakes of the past should be learned from, right?"

Yang Jian shook his head. "No."

"Huh?"

"I only know that you just tried to kill me. So..." The calm Yang Jian suddenly burst out, pulling out a gun from somewhere and pointing it at Ye Jun's head.

"Custom-made gun? Friend, calm down."

Ye Jun was stunned, but when he saw the golden gun, he realized something was wrong.

This gun was specifically designed to deal with Ghost Masters.

"Bang~!"

In the next moment, Yang Jian fired.

A golden bullet shot into his forehead.

"Bang~! Bang~!"

The second and third shots rang out...

"Damn."

Zhang Han, standing nearby, took several steps back in shock.

The others drinking at the bar were also stunned.

What's going on?

Why is he shooting? What's he trying to do?

Yang Jian emptied the gun, Ye Jun's skull shattered, and instead of blood, dark, foul-smelling fluid splattered, spreading a putrid odor.

The gunshots stopped.

Ye Jun was motionless, his shattered head lying on the sofa.

"These are my rules, Yang Jian's rules. Now, who else wants to talk about rules?"

Yang Jian placed the gun on the coffee table in front of him, his face cold as he scanned the crowd.