As Chu Feng incessantly clicked his mouse, playing a "little game" of opening and deleting emails, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Hmm? An unfamiliar number!
He glanced at the caller ID on his phone screen. It showed an unsaved number. After a moment's hesitation, he answered.
"Mr. Chu, do you remember me? I'm Boris."
The voice on the other end instantly reminded Chu Feng of the client who had been killed by an Evil Spirit.
"Oh, of course, I remember! Does the New York Police Department have some matter that requires the help of an Exorcist?"
"Uh... Chu, would you mind coming down to the police station? It's not something I can discuss over the phone." Boris's tone was hesitant.
"Of course. As long as the police department can pay in US Dollars, I can set off right away."
"Don't worry, Chu! As long as you can complete the task, the compensation will certainly not disappoint you!"
"OK, I'll be there soon."
