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Chapter 332 Confrontation
Just under the guidance of the waiter, the two walked towards the box.

In the bar, there was a lot of noise mixed with laughter and clinking glasses. These guests who appeared in the bar seemed to have no worries, enjoying everything in front of them.

"..."

Passing through the hall and entering the box, the original noisy noise was cut off.

In the box, Amanda saw [Saigong], which was still wearing the iconic red suit.

But the figure sitting across from it surprised Amanda.

The figure that entered the bar was the demon hunter Geralt that Amanda had seen in the Devil's Forest.

The demon hunter held the demon hunting gun in one hand and pointed it at [Sai Gong] in front of him.

Frowning, he glanced at Spike and Amanda who had entered the box, and especially stopped on Amanda's body for a while, but the demon hunting gun in his hand did not waver in the slightest.

"...Tell me, Demon God, where are they?"

Facing the threat of the demon hunter, the [Saigong] on the opposite side did not have any worries on its face. It raised the wine glass in its hand and gave a slight signal to Amanda who walked into the box, and took a sip of the red wine in the glass. Liquid, looked at Geralt in front of him and said.

"I don't want to be involved in your troubles, witcher, the prey you are looking for is not with me, now, get out of my bar!"

The eyes turned into yellow animal pupils and warned the demon hunter in front of him, obviously for this uninvited guest who entered the bar.

[Sai Gong], who is the owner of the bar, is not welcome.

Following [Sai Gong]'s warning, a strong momentum erupted from it.

Feeling the anger of the demon god, the originally noisy noise in the hall became quiet.

"If you miss the train... (If you miss the train with me)
You will ... m gone (you will know I'm gone)
... hear the whistle blow

...miles (one hundred miles away)

A hundred mil... (one hundred miles, another hundred miles)..."

An otherwise mournful country ballad turns twisted.

The entire bar became terrifying because of the owner's anger, but the resolute expression on the face of the demon hunter Geralt, who was enduring all this in front of [Sai Gong], did not waver in the slightest.

He was biting the cigar at the corner of his mouth, and the sparks from the cigarette butt were faintly visible.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing in reality, Demon God, if you don't want to be deported back to hell, just tell me the location of that wolf cub..."

"Or, this thing can remind you."

While speaking, the demon hunter reached out his hand and took out a silver bullet from his pocket, with various strange runes engraved on the surface.

"Where did you get it!"

"This kind of bullet should have been lost in the last big cleaning."

Seeing the bullet that Geralt took out, [Sai Gong]'s eyes turned into beast pupils shrank slightly, and the wine glass in his hand was also shattered due to the momentary loss of consciousness.

"Don't forget my identity. Demon hunters have been born to expel you damned bastards from the real world back to where you should be."

Without answering the question from [Sai Gong], the surface of the demon hunting gun in Geralt's hand began to flash with mysterious runes, and at the same time the demon hunter spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Now, I will give you a choice, Demon God, tell me where they are, or let me send you back to where you should go."

"..."

Facing the threat of the demon hunter, [Sai Gong] obviously became a little agitated.

From its forehead, two huge horns began to spiral out, and at the same time, a pair of griffin wings behind it waved a gust of wind in the box of the bar.

"You are threatening me. A mere demon hunter dares to threaten me, [Sai Gong], one of the legendary 72 demon gods."

"Don't forget, who drove you back to hell from reality back then, Demon God."

Hearing the roar of [Sai Gong], the demon hunter said with a cold face.

And following his words, the expression on the face of the Demon God in the box became even more angry.

Feeling the harsh wind blowing on her body like a knife, Amanda couldn't help closing her eyes, but the next second she thought [Sai Gong] would be angry at what the demon hunter said. .

The gust of wind that was originally wrapped in the box dissipated, and the angry [Sai Gong] on the opposite side also put away the appearance of his demon god in an instant, changing the appearance of the human figure in the red suit.

"That's why I don't like you demon hunters. In order to pursue powerful power, you transform yourself into an inhuman form, and even your soul has become distorted..."

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and the broken bar reappeared in 【Sai Gong】hand.

After drinking the red wine in the glass, it pursed its lips and looked at the witcher in front of it and said.

"To be honest, you and humans are two completely different species today, and most of them don't know all the sacrifices you have made. Is it worth it?"

"What the witchers do is not for them, we are only for ourselves."

Geralt's expression didn't change at all for the ridicule from [Sai Gong], he just stated in a calm tone.

Hearing his answer, [Sai Gong] raised his eyebrows a little bored.

Facing such a guy, it feels that even the wine in the glass has become tasteless.

"I don't know much about the group of guys you're looking for, but recently I got an interesting news from the [Spirit World], there is a guy in the [Lower Spirit World] who is going to come to reality, what you Maybe those guys I'm looking for will show up there."

The news given by the demon god made the demon hunter frowned. He bit the cigar at the corner of his mouth and continued to ask.

"Tell me where that guy from the [Lower Spirit World] descended."

"Haiti."

In order to let this disappointing guy leave his bar quickly, [Sai Gong] did not make riddles, but directly revealed the location.

"It is said that that guy is very famous in Haiti, and many people worship it, so don't blame me for not reminding you, demon hunters, be careful not to hunt it down and become prey in the hands of others..."

Although, there are words of reminder on his mouth.

But from the expression on [Sai Gong]'s face, it seems that there is no worry, on the contrary, it is full of gloating.

Obviously, as the object of coercion just now, it would like to see the demon hunter suffer bad luck.

Better die straight at the hands of that guy in Haiti.

"You don't need to worry about this."

Ignoring the demon god's malicious reminder, Geralt put away his demon hunting gun indifferently.

Turn around and look at Spike and Amanda who entered the box.

He had clearly recognized Amanda, but left the bar without saying anything.

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