However, the black cat still jumped off Logan Sullivan's shoulder with a huff, which could be considered as accepting this explanation. It could more or less trust Logan Sullivan's sense of propriety, but still complained discontentedly, “If you want that poor, ugly, and short photo of yourself on your ID to end up on a wanted poster in the underworld, with everyone having a copy and passing it around, then I really have nothing more to say.”

Before the words had even faded, Logan Sullivan reached out from behind and pressed it hard to the ground. The man grumbled, “The photo on my ID is just as wise, heroic, and extraordinarily handsome as I am. You pig-faced, chubby cat, don’t be so sour.”

Carter Shaw called from the rooftop, sounding unusually excited: “Was that just now a Yin Soldier Execution? Who did it? Are you crazy? Damn, that was awesome, okay?”

Holly Harlow couldn’t take it anymore and hung up on him.

Julian West couldn’t help but ask, “Yin Soldier Execution? Is it powered by blood?”

“Blood and iron are both mediums.” Logan Sullivan caught his breath, got up from the ground, patted the dust off himself, and turned to walk out. “What really powers it is malice. When malice is at its peak, I think it’s a case of fighting poison with poison.”

Holly Harlow hesitated for a moment, then followed while asking, “You have malice in your heart too?”

“What, am I not human?” Logan Sullivan smiled, admitting it openly. “Not only do I have it, I have quite a lot—actually, I think the Yin Soldier Execution shouldn’t be classified as an evil art at all. I think it’s pretty good, like spiritual yoga, expelling toxins, leaving you feeling refreshed.”

Holly Harlow: “……”

Darrin Grant leapt onto Logan Sullivan's shoulder and punched him on the nose.

“Ow! You fat bastard!”

The vengeful spirit had already been forced to a dead end by the Yin soldiers. Realizing he couldn’t gain any advantage, he immediately tried to escape.

The two layers of “nets” set up by Carter Shaw outside, which only allowed entry but no exit, were instantly activated. In fact, none of them had expected this fierce ghost to have so much power. If William Sherman hadn’t already secured the array’s core and the vengeful spirit hadn’t been pushed to the limit by Logan Sullivan, it really wouldn’t have been impossible for it to escape.

A bolt of lightning, brewing for a long time, struck down from the sky. The vengeful spirit was bound by something invisible, and the Yin soldiers chasing him vanished in an instant. The vengeful spirit struggled violently, causing the entire hospital building to tremble. People protected outside the domain thought it was an earthquake for a moment.

Carter Shaw shouted down from the rooftop, “The bug’s stuck in the web! Spider, don’t let it get away!”

The long-absent William Sherman appeared out of thin air behind the vengeful spirit in response, reached out and grabbed at the air. The vengeful spirit seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, the black mist on its body gradually dissipating, revealing a legless person glaring hatefully in William Sherman’s direction.

William Sherman remained unmoved. With a pinch of his fingers, the vengeful spirit was flattened and crumpled like a piece of paper, then disappeared in William Sherman’s hand in a flash.

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Chapter 55: The Merit Brush …

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The target was captured, and the domain set by Holly Harlow was automatically lifted. The shattered glass on the ground reattached itself to the windows. Inside the hospital, it was still the dead of night, with nurses making their rounds and patients coming for emergency treatment. A few light sleepers were startled awake, but after checking and finding nothing unusual, they returned to their wards.

The street vendors at the entrance had already packed up. Occasionally, a few taxis passed by, clearly not planning to pick up fares, hurrying on their way.

William Sherman hurried upstairs and ran into Carter Shaw coming down. Carter Shaw, proud of his talent, was friendly enough with acquaintances but rarely initiated conversation with strangers. This time, upon seeing William Sherman, he took the initiative to extend his hand and praised, “You caught the array’s core beautifully.”

William Sherman nodded at him in a rush, but his face looked even worse than a patient with acute appendicitis. He took out a small medicine bottle and briefly instructed, “It’s in here. Guard it carefully.”

Then he tossed the small bottle to Carter Shaw, turned around, and grabbed Logan Sullivan’s hand. “Come with me. I have something to say to you.”

Logan Sullivan was dragged away, trotting obediently.

William Sherman pushed him all the way into the restroom, locked the door from the inside, and stared at him intently under the dim light, asking in a low voice, “Was that just now the Yin Soldier Execution?”

Logan Sullivan: “Yeah.”

William Sherman: “Was it you?”

Logan Sullivan nodded frankly, “Ah, yes.”

Upon hearing this, William Sherman didn’t say another word, just raised his hand to slap him.

…But although the slap came with great momentum, in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to let it land on Logan Sullivan’s face. It stopped just above one of his ears, hovering in midair.

Logan Sullivan was stunned for a moment and asked blankly, “William Sherman?”

“Don’t call me!” William Sherman was so angry his face turned pale, his hand trembling in the air. After a long moment, he gritted his teeth and said, “‘Heaven, earth, man, and gods can all be killed’—the command master is truly capable and arrogant. Aren’t you… aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?”

Logan Sullivan rarely saw William Sherman lose his temper, especially in such a furious state. He immediately felt distressed, quickly grabbing his cold hand. “Yes, yes, I was wrong. If you want to hit me, just hit me. Don’t be angry, don’t be angry.”

William Sherman shook him off. “Who’s joking around with you? Do you know that the Yin Soldier Soul Gathering technique is an absolutely forbidden evil art? Do you even understand what ‘evil art’ means? Can the Three Realms still tolerate you? Are you going to cause a catastrophe before you’re satisfied? You, you…”

He suddenly stopped, and after an unknown amount of time, asked in a slightly trembling voice, “What am I supposed to do when that time comes?”

Logan Sullivan reached out and hugged him, gently kissing his hair. “I was wrong, baby. I’m sorry.”

He thought he was showing a good attitude in admitting his mistake, but this sentence hit a sore spot. William Sherman suddenly pushed him away, pinned him against the door with one hand, and grabbed his collar with the other. “Don’t try to fool me with those lines you’ve probably said to countless others.”

Logan Sullivan smiled helplessly. “Then what do you want me to do?”

The stern look on William Sherman’s face gradually faded under his smile, and after a moment, he couldn’t help but soften a little… There’s always that one bastard—even if he pokes a hole in the sky with a stick, you just can’t bear to be too harsh with him.

After a long while, William Sherman sighed, let go, and said quietly, “Can’t you change your temper a bit?”

Logan Sullivan continued to show a good attitude, nodding vigorously—even though he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, as long as William Sherman said he was wrong, he’d admit it without question.

William Sherman lowered his eyes, took his hand with the knife wound, and asked softly, “Does it hurt?”

Logan Sullivan shook his head.

“I… I was too anxious just now…”

“But you made my back hurt.” Logan Sullivan said expressionlessly, “And you lost your temper at me. You’re polite to everyone else, but you actually lost your temper at me.”

His expression made William Sherman panic, not realizing he was acting spoiled on purpose. William Sherman hesitated, then awkwardly cupped Logan Sullivan’s face. “I…”

Logan Sullivan continued to look at him expressionlessly.

William Sherman: “I didn’t mean to…”

He was so flustered he didn’t finish his sentence, when Logan Sullivan reached out and tapped his own lips. “Make your lord comfortable and I’ll forgive you.”

William Sherman was stunned for a second before realizing what he meant. His face went blank for a moment, then he blurted out, “How improper!”

Then, ears turning red, he turned to leave.

But when he reached the door and looked back, he found that Logan Sullivan hadn’t followed, still leaning against the wall with that half-smile.

William Sherman’s hand was already on the latch. After a long hesitation, he strode back, held Logan Sullivan by the waist, and kissed him.

…Being handled like this, how will things be in the future?

Logan Sullivan’s lips were a bit swollen. Holly Harlow saw it at a glance and turned away angrily, thinking, this shameless pervert, does he have to be so insatiable?

The group returned from the hospital to No. 4 Radiant Way. Carter Shaw reinforced the interrogation room with a heavenly net, yellow talismans plastered everywhere like prayer flags, then locked the door, opened the medicine bottle, and released the vengeful spirit inside.

Logan Sullivan pulled up a chair for William Sherman to sit, then leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, lazily lighting a cigarette without even lifting his eyelids. “You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say from now on can and will be used as evidence in court. Think carefully before you speak.”

The legless vengeful spirit was locked to the chair by three spirit talismans. He lifted his head gloomily and asked in a hoarse voice, “Evidence in court? What court? What evidence?”