Daisy—or rather, Jack the Ripper—adjusted quickly, wearing the face of Mr. Brooks's beloved concubine, and regained an incomparably charming and smug smile: "That's right, it's me! John Sullivan, you could rack your brains and still never figure out why it would be me, such a delicate woman, right?"

John Sullivan straightened his slouched body and shifted into a more comfortable position.

There's a tradition for the BOSS to have a confession time, and he couldn't deny them that.

Daisy didn't need his encouragement and continued on her own: "Jack the Ripper comes and goes without a trace, not because I have some supernatural ability to vanish, but because every time I kill someone, I put on a new skin. Wearing those women's skins, imitating their mannerisms, I blend in among mortals without anyone noticing, searching for my next target."

John Sullivan caught a suspicious point: "That's not right."

Daisy's face darkened: "What's not right?"

John Sullivan said, "If you change skins every time you kill, for example, after killing Daisy and taking her skin, you become 'Daisy', but there would still be a skinned corpse of Daisy. Wouldn't people find it strange that there are two Daisys?"

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood.

In this world, there's no DNA testing technology. Once the skin is removed, it's just a bloody mess—it's hard to tell who is who.

Daisy said, "Looks like you get it now. That's right. I use the corpse of the next woman to replace the previous one. For example, when I killed Daisy, I was wearing Lily's skin, so everyone thought Lily was still alive at that time; after I put on Daisy's skin, I disguised Daisy's corpse as Lily's, and that's what people found."

Charles Clark had been listening in silence, his gaze flickering with a hint of anger. The boy's budding sense of justice was stirred by the demonic clan's insane cruelty. Grace Hill couldn't understand at all, but didn't dare interrupt.

John Sullivan really had to admire these villains—they were so professional. Not only did they reveal their inner thoughts, but they also explained their detailed methods and criminal logic. Giving examples, speaking from experience—honestly, they're even more diligent than teachers preparing students for college entrance exams!

John Sullivan said, "You change skins every so often—is it just on a whim, or do you have no choice?"

Daisy sneered, "You think I'd tell you?"

You've already told me so much, lady (or is it sir?), what's one more thing!

Daisy walked toward where Grace Hill and Charles Clark were tied up. Charles Clark remained calm as ever, while Grace Hill screamed, "Monster! Stay away! Master, save me!"

Daisy chuckled, "Your master is tied up by me with the 'Immortal Binding Rope.' His spiritual power can't flow at all—he can't even protect himself, let alone save you."

No wonder John Sullivan had been secretly trying to gather strength just now, but felt his spiritual power was blocked, lacking the usual abundance.

Daisy fell into another monologue: "Damn it, if my demonic cultivation hadn't damaged me, I wouldn't need to keep changing skins to absorb people's energy. Your skin is so smooth and tender, and you're a disciple from a prestigious sect—I bet I can use it for quite a while. Once I've drained your skin, it'll be your master's turn. If I can use the Xiuyajian sword, my life won't have been in vain."

Charles Clark: "..."

John Sullivan: "..."

What did you just say? "You think I'd tell you?" right?

Now you've not only told me, but even revealed something huge—your future plans!

The villains in this world are really hopelessly dumb. John Sullivan suddenly felt exhausted, wanting to give himself some extra points—why is it always so full of twists and turns!

John Sullivan communicated with the system: "Dear, if I mess up during the mission and lose my integrity, is there a chance to reload and start over?"

System: [The protagonist's golden body is unbreakable—that's a special privilege.]

Damn. So my life isn't protected at all—I might die before I even finish the job.

Villains always have the fine tradition of "answering every question." John Sullivan wanted to buy some time, so he threw a question at Daisy: "Don't you usually only target young and beautiful women?"

"I never said I only target young and beautiful women. As long as someone has good looks and delicate skin, I'll go after them. It's just that men's skin is usually not as good as women's, and old skin is never as good as young skin." Sure enough, Daisy kept talking, her eyes suddenly turning green as she put on a drooling expression. Her hands, painted with crimson nail polish, started feeling up John Sullivan's upper body. "But people who have cultivated immortal arts really are different. Even though you're a man, your skin is smooth and delicate. I... haven't used a man's skin in a long time..."

John Sullivan got goosebumps from those hands, but still had to put on an air of icy purity, untouchable. Disgusted on the inside, sympathetic on the outside.

Come to think of it, this demon is a bit pitiful. Seems he was originally male, but because of his cultivation, he's had to use women's skins all the time. After so long, he's probably become psychologically twisted...

Even so, it's still the face of a charming concubine. Being touched like this, John Sullivan couldn't help but feel embarrassed, instinctively shrinking back a little.

This reaction, in Charles Clark's eyes, was shockingly intense.