Ultimate Evolution I Became the Master of the World
Chapter 72 The Struggle Between Man and Ghost

"You think I'm just gonna spill the beans 'cause you asked? No way, man. Client info is off-limits. That's the rule," Howard said.

"Rules are meant to be broken," Michael shot back.

"Breaking the rules would pay the price," Howard warned.

Michael pointed to the countdown on his phone. "How can you be so sure you won't pay the price with me? If you don't wanna talk, fine. I'll ask someone else."

He glanced around at the others.

"Who sent you after Ethan and me? First one to talk gets to leave. Only one spot, so make it count," Michael said.

But the guys in suits stayed quiet.

"We've all signed NDAs. Trying to get us to talk is a waste of time. Your skills are unique, but being a Ghost Handler means your days are numbered. How about this? I'll drop the deal, and we pretend this never happened." Howard's face was serious. He had a feeling Michael was trouble.

Michael looked at him oddly and said, "You beat up my business partner, tried to kidnap my family, and extort my stuff. We finally meet, and you start with shooting and tying me up. Now you wanna pretend nothing happened? Do I look like an idiot?"

"If you don't wanna answer, fine. Ethan and I will figure it out. But first, you need to understand who's in charge here," he said, glancing at the living room lights.

A faint electrical hum was heard, and the white light turned a dim red.

Under the red light, the whole living room looked like a bar with mood lighting.

But it wasn't just the living room. When Howard glanced out the window, he saw the entire outside world was red too.

The silence was eerie.

"So, who do we start with?" Michael slowly stood up from the sofa, scanning the room.

Ethan, pinned to the ground, saw the red world and his face changed.

He didn't expect Michael to use the Ghost Realm. This was serious.

"Howard, you should cooperate with Michael. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire. He's different from me. His ghost is unbeatable," Ethan said. He seemed to be advising, but he was really helping Michael.

Whether they could leave the Ghost Realm depended on Michael's mood. This wasn't something normal people could handle.

Howard sneered, "There's no unbeatable ability. As long as you're human, there's a way to deal with you."

He pulled out a gun and fired three shots at Michael's head and chest. At such close range, he couldn't miss.

Michael fell to the ground, blood pooling quickly.

Dead? Howard's eyes narrowed, but he wasn't excited.

Before he could check, the red light flickered. The bleeding corpse on the ground had turned into one of his subordinates. Michael had vanished.

"What the hell?" A subordinate was startled and looked at his companion.

The person next to him had turned into Michael.

Michael grinned, looking innocent but terrifying.

"You're first," Michael said, grabbing his neck and pushing him forward.

Howard fired again, and Michael fell.

But the body on the ground was another one of Howard's subordinates.

In moments, three subordinates were dead.

Howard stayed cold. "Come out, if you have the guts."

A bullet fell from the ceiling and landed on his head.

The bullet was golden and shiny, not brass, but specially made of gold.

"A golden bullet? You came prepared, but today's not your lucky day. You ran into me," Michael said, stepping out from the adjacent bedroom. His face was calm, with a strange eeriness. Howard immediately raised his gun.

But then he stopped, the trigger unpulled.

"Why aren't you shooting? You've got three bullets left and three subordinates. Perfect match, one bullet for each." Michael smiled.

"An illusion? You're not real. Your true self is hidden in this room. The ability to create illusions is tricky, but not unbeatable," Howard said, his face grim. "Your ability is strong, but it has flaws." "As long as I don't act recklessly, no one will get hurt," Howard added.

"How can you be sure your guess is correct? What if I'm deceiving you?" Michael asked.

At this moment, the two subordinates beside him were completely panicked. "What's happening to him?"

The subordinate who had been pushed by Michael was now half-embedded in the wall, fused with it. This fusion was clearly forced, as the person convulsed, blood pouring from his mouth, looking like he was about to die. Howard was shocked. This wasn't an illusion.

"Sorry, I pushed too hard. But I swear, I just gave him a little push, just a light one. How did he end up dying?" Michael looked at the dying man and sighed, "I didn't expect ordinary people to be so fragile. I'll be more careful next time." "So, back to the previous topic. I'll ask again, who did you make this deal with?" Michael then said.

"We're just subordinates. We really don't know who took this job," one subordinate said, full of fear. This guy was way scarier than Ethan.

Killing people seemed as easy as eating or drinking for him. It was like he was playing with lab mice.

"Indeed, the source is still with you. That's why I didn't kill you at first. Besides wanting to see how you deal with Ghost Handlers, I also need the answer I want," Michael said, as if confirming his suspicions. "Now that we're here, aren't you going to say something?" He looked at Howard again.

"Even if you don't talk, don't forget, besides you, Hugo also knows about this. I didn't ask him earlier because I was in a hurry, but if you're willing to die, I won't waste any more time," Michael said.

Howard, though ruthless, found himself in a difficult position. Michael's ability indeed seemed unsolvable. He might have to take back his earlier words.

Compared to a person, Michael's actions were more like those of a ghost.

Unpredictable, inscrutable, and uncounterable.

"I'm just responsible for taking the job. We don't care who hires us, but I can tell you, the employer is someone from Ethan's club. The information was given to me by that person," Howard said, taking a deep breath. If he didn't compromise, he probably wouldn't leave here alive.

Hearing this, Ethan was stunned.

Michael squinted his eyes, "The people in the club are all Ghost Handlers. So, someone has their eyes on Ethan?"

"No, although most members of the club are Ghost Handlers, some are top local businessmen. They sometimes hire Ghost Handlers at high prices to solve supernatural events or even hire them as bodyguards. But only a few of them can afford this price and are interested in ghosts," Howard said.

"How much are you getting paid for this job?" Michael asked.

"Three hundred million dollars," Howard replied.

"That's quite a lot," Michael's eyelid twitched.

A ghost's price was only one hundred million dollars, but hiring Howard cost three hundred million. The price difference was threefold.

It seemed Ethan's price had been undervalued.

"What is the experiment? A method to prevent Ghost Handlers from dying due to ghost resurgence," Michael continued, "You have one minute left, no, forty seconds. Whoever answers gets to leave. Remember, I'm in charge now. You have no choice."

The time in his Ghost Realm was almost up. It was time to resolve this matter once and for all.