Ultimate Evolution I Became the Master of the World
Chapter 42 Ethan Gallagher

As long as there weren't any supernatural shenanigans, Michael could just keep doing his security guard gig without a hitch.

Mr. Wagner took Mr. Rossi on a few laps around the mall.

Before Mr. Wagner could get a word in, Mr. Rossi cut to the chase, "Mr. Wagner, your mall's got a serious issue. I felt it the second I stepped out of the car." "What's wrong with my mall? Can it be fixed?" Mr. Wagner asked, his face showing a hint of worry.

Mr. Rossi grinned, "It's a bit of a hassle, but you're lucky you called me. Anyone else wouldn't have a clue how to handle this. But I can fix your mall. I've got two solutions: a quick fix and a permanent one. Which one do you want, Mr. Wagner?" "What's the difference?" Mr. Wagner asked.

Mr. Rossi explained, "The quick fix is easy. I can kick out the evil spirits, and things will go back to normal. But I can't promise it won't happen again." "And the permanent fix?" Mr. Wagner pressed.

Mr. Rossi replied, "The permanent fix means a total overhaul of your mall. Otherwise, it's like a trap for your guests. Out of a hundred people, one or two might not make it out. The more people come, the more problems you'll have." Mr. Rossi looked him in the eye, then went on, "If you want things back to normal, you'll have to shut down the mall to keep people out. Otherwise, the trouble will keep coming. Think about it, Mr. Wagner. Haven't there been no missing person cases since you closed the mall?"

"Yeah, you're right. No incidents since we shut it down," Mr. Wagner admitted.

"So, what should I do? Got any ideas?" Mr. Wagner asked again, clearly worried about reopening his mall. Every day it stayed closed was a hit to his wallet.

Mr. Rossi chuckled, "I came here to solve your problem. But I didn't expect your mall needed a full reconfiguration, so you'll have to pay extra."

"No problem. I'll cover all the costs," Mr. Wagner agreed quickly.

Mr. Rossi nodded, "I took a walk around your mall. I'll draft a detailed plan for you later; this isn't the place to discuss it."

Mr. Wagner nodded eagerly.

Michael, who had been eavesdropping, thought Mr. Rossi made sense. He didn't seem like a fraud but someone who knew his stuff.

But he quickly shook off that thought.

Soon, one of Mr. Rossi's team brought out a bunch of items to expel evil spirits from the car.

It looked like Mr. Rossi and his crew were really going to start ghost-busting.

"Close the main door. Today, we're getting rid of the ghosts," Mr. Rossi suddenly ordered.

"Did you hear that? Close the door," a well-dressed man barked at Michael and Nico, "Hurry up."

"That's Lucas Rodriguez, the boss's right-hand man. Don't mess with him," Nico whispered, quickly moving to close the mall doors. Michael stayed calm and helped close the doors.

"Lock it. That way, the ghost won't escape," Mr. Rossi added.

Michael said, "If we lock the doors, even if the ghosts are trapped inside, we won't be able to get out either. What if we need to escape?" "Hey, that brat, what are you mumbling about? Didn't you hear Mr. Rossi? Lock the door," Lucas snapped at Michael for dragging his feet. 'Fine. If something goes down, you'll be the ones stuck,' Michael thought to himself.

With a click, Michael locked the main door.

Soon, Mr. Rossi's assistant started slapping talismans everywhere, sticking them on every door to encircle the mall.

Michael, curious, touched one of the talismans. The demon's eyes showed no reaction.

In other words, the talismans were just for show and had no real effect on ghosts.

Mr. Rossi began the exorcism.

He moved in a bizarre way, shaking his head and muttering something unintelligible.

Watching his antics, Michael found Mr. Rossi particularly amusing.

Michael couldn't help but laugh, but quickly covered his mouth.

"Who was laughing just now?" Mr. Rossi suddenly turned around and asked.

"Was it you, security guard? If you disrupt my work, will you take responsibility for the consequences?" Mr. Rossi demanded.

Michael said seriously, "Mr. Rossi, you misunderstood. I just sneezed. I've been specially trained by the company and I am a responsible security guard. No matter what happens, I won't laugh easily." Nico looked at him strangely. When did the new guy receive any training?

"No more next time," Mr. Rossi said, clearly annoyed.

Michael also felt Lucas's sharp, angry gaze but ignored it.

Mr. Rossi continued.

Michael watched his movements and the frequency of his head shaking. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

However, Mr. Rossi could hear even the smallest sound.

"You're still laughing? I'm not doing this exorcism anymore," Mr. Rossi said angrily.

"You don't need to come to work tomorrow. You're fired." Lucas walked over and pointed at Michael's nose, scolding, "And don't expect to get paid this month."

Michael smiled, "Sorry, I tried my best. I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it. Do whatever you want, don't care about me. I'll just watch. I'll leave tomorrow anyway. I've only been here a day, so it doesn't matter if I get paid or not." Lucas was furious and wanted to curse but couldn't do anything about Michael. He said, "Who hired this security guard? Someone will be held responsible for this."

Just then, something suddenly fell from upstairs.

A loud noise echoed as something heavy hit the ground.

"What fell?" Everyone was startled.

When they gathered to look, they were all shocked and the timid ones screamed.

A corpse. To be precise, a headless, unclothed corpse that had already started to rot, emitting a foul stench.

"Don't be alarmed. It's just a corpse, probably one of the missing people from your mall. Indeed, your place is haunted." A young man, about twenty years old, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and gloves, slowly came down from the fourth floor by elevator.

"Who are you? Security!" Mr. Wagner called out in panic.

"No need to call security. Let me introduce myself. I'm Ethan Gallagher, a former electrician who now specializes in handling supernatural events. Mr. Wagner, I think we should get to know each other today," the young man named Ethan said, extending his hand with a smile.

Although he had a smile on his face, his cold demeanor made people reluctant to approach.

Michael's expression turned serious upon hearing his words, thinking, 'Could this guy also be a Ghost Handler? If he is, then he's here to compete with me.'