Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The increased Psychokinesis shoved the truck aside. Edward pointed his torch over and asked coldly, “Who is it?”

In the darkness, a few scrawny, short and dark guys walked out. They were a team of apostles from Southeast Asia. The youth that was leading them, his hands were tied with in bandage and his face was filled with numerous scars. It was their national hero in combat, Bason.

Bason smiled superficially and said, “Edward, hand over the Chinese man and get lost.”

Edward knew Bason and his gang. They were a bunch of foreign apostles who were active in Southeast Asia. They had members from many countries. They did not take a stand. They only recognized money. They were normally only involved in small issues. It was unexpected for them to turn up after receiving news about the meteorite fragments.

In order to get the meteorite fragment, Bason was determine to get the Chinese apostle.

When Edward saw that Bason had appeared, he was nervous. Bason had a bigger reputation than him. It was a reputation earned from the lives and blood of apostles.

Bason laughed coldly when he saw Edward hesitate. “You look unsatisfied?” He spoke as he walked up to him. He stretched his neck and let out a menacing grin.

Edward's face changed. “Hey, Bason! We can talk it out …”

Bason roared, crushed the cement below him, then charged towards Edward like a mad elephant.

Edward frowned and could only retaliate. He concentrated his thoughts and his Psychokinesis swept towards Bason.

However, Bason, who was an experienced fighter, could feel Edward's attack beforehand. He jumped up and as the floor below him crumpled. He dodged the attacks like a lightning bolt. The Psychokinesis missed him.

With the power of steel bones, Bason had a faster speed and stronger power than Edward. He charged towards Edward like a truck.

Edward howled and a larger wave of Psychokinesis swept over him. However, due to the distribution of power, Bason still managed to charge towards him. Bason pa.s.sed through the Psychokinetic wall like a breeze, grabbed onto Edward's head and slammed it towards the ground.

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the floor around him expanded and countless stones exploded and shot in all directions.

Bason held onto Edward's head, which was covered in blood. He glared at Edward's men and his men, who were originally restless and had wanted to save Edward but backed off.

“Losers have no rights to negotiate,” Bason ordered coldly. “Hand the person over.”

They hesitated. They wanted to attack but they didn't dare to. They looked at Edward who was in Bason's hands and decided to give up.

“Okay. We can hand the person to you. However, you have to promise to let us go.”

Bason nodded. “No problem.”

When they were negotiating, they felt a bright light s.h.i.+ne into their eyes. A bright golden light appeared on top of a building hundreds of meter away. It was like a gigantic light bulb giving off luminous golden light. When they looked in the light's direction, they could vaguely see someone looking at them from the light.

Then, the golden light flew on top of everyone. There were a dozen blond haired, blue-eyed apostles wrapped in golden light looking down at them.

“People from the Holy Light…” Bason looked at the people solemnly and thought, ‘Why are they here? Aren't they always active in Europe? When did they come to Asia?'

The Holy Light was another very strong superpower organization. They were on par with the French Kensei, British Protoss, American Star Cats and the j.a.pan Special Higher Police.

Edward and his men looked at the apostles in the sky and their face fell pale.

The Holy Light's name had resounded throughout the supernatural realm over the past two years. It was one of Europe's top supernatural organizations. They were famous for their Holy Light power that could heal and attack at the same time.

This time, the 15 Holy Light apostles borrowed the power and sat on a 15 hour plane ride to get to OX city just for the meteorite fragments.

As there were only a few hours left, their actions were very simple and crude. They would catch anyone they saw on the streets and interrogate them to find the Chinese apostles.

When they saw the commotion there, they flew over and wanted to s.n.a.t.c.h the Chinese apostle.

In the golden light, the middle-aged man in lead asked, “Are you guys fighting over a Chinese apostle?”

“It has nothing got to do with you guys,” Bason answered. “This is not Europe. We have taken this Chinese apostle. Go look for another one.”

“What?” The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the dark and scrawny Bason. He did not bother to reply and slammed his palm down. A huge golden beam descended from the sky and smacked Bason.

Bam! Bason fell to the ground and after roaring. He stood up under the Holy Light and yelled, “You guys will regret this!”

Bason and the apostles from Holy Light fought. But the apostles from Holy Light could levitate, attack from afar and had healing powers. Fighting Bason and his men was as easy as. .h.i.tting c.o.c.kroaches.

Instantly, the Southeast Asian apostles were on the floor and Bason was defeated by five Holy Light apostles. Bason was covered in golden light and lifted into the air. Although he was yelling and struggling, he could not escape.

The middle-aged man man from Holy Light nodded and looked at Edward and his men.

Ever since the Holy Light came, Edward's men were frightened like mice. They did not dare to move, needless to say attack.

Upon seeing that Bason and his men were defeated by the Holy Light apostles, they looked at Philip and his men in awe.

Philip asked, “Where is the Chinese apostle?”

Edward, who was badly injured, answered immediately. “He is in the hotel room that we stayed in. Our companion is guarding him. He is there!” He pointed at the hotel room that had several holes in the wall.

Philip nodded and he grabbed the Psychokinesis apostles who were on the floor including Edward. He lifted them up and floated towards the hotel.

When he was halfway through, he suddenly stopped and looked at the building not far away. The golden light in his eyes illuminated as he looked at the women in white who was standing on the rooftop. Her hair was drifting with the wind as it covered her face, exposing her blood red eyes, staring in their direction.

There were ruffling from the darkness and all sorts of weird figures showed up in the darkness. They surrounded the hotel behind Holy Light.

“Ghost… Ghost! So many ghost! Did we attract them because of the fight?” Edward was shocked. “Why are they so many of them? No, there are too many of them. We have to escape!”

“Shut up.” Philip ordered coldly and looked towards the darkness. “Are they here for us? Aren't they great at picking opponents?”