For some reason, the Holy Lord seemed unable to sign contracts with the people of this world.
By the established setting he also counted as a "Devil of Flame," wielding authority over fire, yet he couldn't complete the act of "contract." So with Valmont and the Black Hand he could only rely on the Golden Rooster King's treasure to strike oral agreements and have them do things for him.
That actually suited the Holy Lord just fine. After all, it's well known: the Holy Lord doesn't keep promises. If he really signed a contract, wouldn't he have to hand over the treasure?
But that idea changed once Su Tang arrived.
Su Tang figured it was because of his transmigration, and that he had come over in his original body, so the Holy Lord could sign a contract with him.
Thus the Holy Lord successfully grabbed a loophole in the seal and exploited a bug in righteous chi magic.
With that relationship, Su Tang's status in the Black Hand shot up, nearly not beneath Valmont.
The half a million he brought to Tokyo came from that.
Hearing the Holy Lord's words now, Su Tang's eyelids twitched and he thought, "You're awake, Holy Lord?"
"Not truly awake—I still need more sleep to keep stable." The hoarse voice rumbled in Su Tang's ear. "I sensed a devil's aura and woke early to take a look."
"Can you handle it, kid?"
Hearing that, Su Tang let out a subtle breath.
Better if he wasn't awake. For Su Tang, only a sleeping Holy Lord was a good Holy Lord.
Even as a mere remnant, the pressure he exerted was no less than that of the statue's true body. If he were awake every day, Su Tang felt he would sooner or later join the ranks of the mentally ill.
So he answered in his heart at once: "Don't worry, Holy Lord. I can handle this little problem. You go back to sleep."
No reply.
He'd probably gone back to slumber.
Only then did Su Tang lift his head and look at the girl twisted and prone on the floor. While he'd been conversing with the Holy Lord, she had already picked up the knife and was using it as a mirror, admiring her legs in intoxication.
It had to be said, purely from the angle of a "leg-fetishist," the girl's taste was truly excellent. Every leg she had collected was a top specimen—slender and lustrous, with perfect lines.
Sliding his chair, Su Tang sat back at the desk and pulled open the left-hand drawer.
It was empty, with only one item inside.
A thing of pitch black, gleaming with metallic luster.
—a gun!
But Su Tang merely glanced at it and pushed the drawer shut; that wasn't what he was looking for.
Guns were too sensitive. In this world even America banned guns, let alone Japan.
If he wanted to keep this private clinic running, he'd better not expose that he had a gun.
As for why he had one…
Naturally, he got it from the Black Hand.
Gun bans are gun bans; they don't stop the trade and circulation of firearms on the black market.
As a "well-known international criminal organization," the Black Hand getting guns wasn't exactly difficult.
Su Tang opened the right-hand drawer.
Just then the girl's voice sounded from across the desk.
"Doctor, you're very calm. You're like the owner of the fourth leg I collected. He was a devil hunter. Are you one too, Doctor?"
"Me? I don't do that."
Su Tang shook his head. "As you can see, I'm a doctor."
As he spoke, he picked up the short rod inside the drawer.
"So, are you sure you want to give up treatment? In my experience, you can still be saved."
Faced with Su Tang's "healer's compassion," the girl didn't seem to buy it.
She licked her lips excitedly, eyes glued to his lower body in intoxication. "Legs in motion really are more beautiful. Doctor, come and become part of the Leg Devil with me!"
That aggressive gaze darkened Su Tang's face by three shades.
He set his hand on the switch of the short rod and sighed. "Forget it. I take back what I just said. You can't be saved."
Wait for death.
With a buzzing hum, a blue-cyan glow arced out from one end of the rod, about half a meter long, cohesive and unscattered.
It was an electronic sword, the Black Hand's top-shelf high-tech weapon on the surface—one that had made an appearance in Episode 1 of Jackie Chan Adventures.
Granted, its battle record was abysmal, but that was because the opponent was too hacky. Don't blame the electronic sword.
Now, Su Tang was going to redeem its name!
The moment he pressed the switch, the girl's interested gaze shifted from his legs to the rod in his hand.
Propping herself up on countless legs like a centipede, she lifted her upper body and scuttled onto Su Tang's desk.
"Clack."
The glass cup of hot water was squeezed off by the mass of legs, fell to the floor, and shattered into several pieces.
"Doctor, you're going to resist? You're resisting, right! Ahh, prey that resists is the most exciting!"
Now positioned to look down on Su Tang from above, the girl's face flushed with a bizarre, sickly red. She stretched out the third leg on her right side and stepped toward Su Tang's face.
The step wasn't heavy. In terms of force it was more a caress than a stomp.
A fair, tender size-30 foot swelled larger and larger in Su Tang's pupils, casting a large shadow over his face.
He drew in a breath, his brows tightening involuntarily.
"BZZZT—!"
The electronic sword's distinctive tremor sliced the air, carrying back to Su Tang's hand with a whiff of scorched odor.
A split second later, that fair, tender leg—ten centimeters from him—fell away on cue.
Grinning, Su Tang tilted his head back to meet the girl's stunned gaze and said with a tone of regret, "Sorry, I'm on Team Black Stockings. Bare feet aren't my thing."
Time froze for half a second.
Whether it was the sudden pain flaring from a limb charred by high-voltage current, or the rage triggered by Su Tang's words, the girl's expression twisted all at once.
"Heretic…"
"A heretic of the Black Stockings faction!"
"All black stockings should just die!"
The hideous voice rasped from her ceaselessly twitching throat. Head lowered, face overcast, she brought the short knife down hard toward Su Tang!
Good!
Su Tang's eyes lit up—he hadn't expected his line to be this effective.
Sure enough, heresy (stockings) stirs more hatred than heterodoxy (not a leg-fetishist).
Thinking that, Su Tang snapped the electronic sword upward, connecting with the descending knife faster than the knife could fall—striking after yet landing first.
Crackle!
The deliberately lowered current raced along the knife into the girl's body.
"Ooaaahhhh—mm!" Jolted, the girl's eyes went wide. The countless beautiful legs at her sides trembled and convulsed violently in midair, then suddenly went rigid, and her whole body slumped onto the desk like a dead snake.
Seeing this, Su Tang didn't relax. He gripped the electronic sword tighter and dialed the current back up.
"Leg Devil, still not coming out?"
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