Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1799 - 1788: Killing Intent Descends

This shows that the American people have a fanatical obsession with religion.It was precisely because of this unique cultural phenomenon that Adams was able to transform himself into a Sect Hierarch.

Adams used the same tactics he employed in running a rescue association to establish a religious sect - the Salvation Society.

He successfully recruited Mrs. Green to become the first Believer.

Adams finally reaped the fruits of his labor after several days of nightmares involving scrubbing with a steel wool ball.

With Mrs. Green's connections, the Salvation Society gained over ten Believers the day after it was founded.

After all, America has many cults. Different sects have different Gods, and as long as the doctrine is fabricated reasonably, there is no need to worry about any issues.

Adams was well aware that the Believers joining now were entirely out of respect for Mrs. Green.

In their hearts, the so-called Salvation Society was probably no more than a senior citizens' center.

But Adams was not discouraged; with his intelligent mind, eloquent speech, and handsome appearance, he would eventually use his charm to make these Believers believe in him.

But the premise was that this new sect must have a continuous influx of Believers.

Only by forming a snowball-like effect could Adams exert greater influence.

Lacking connections in the Long Island area, Adams attached great importance to Mrs. Green.

Without Mrs. Green's support, Adams feared he would have to spend another decade or more, like running a rescue association, to give the Salvation Society a certain level of influence.

But Adams could no longer afford to wait that long.

Watching the crazed, ecstatic Mrs. Green, Adams' eyes flashed coldly, "Damn old hag, once I control the sect..."

Adams would never let it leak that he scrubbed with a steel wool ball.

When the time comes, Adams can rightfully execute Mrs. Green on trumped-up charges of being possessed by a Demon.

"This damned country, no wonder there are so many damned cults. This is the power of religion."

Thinking of some delightful things, Adams became increasingly excited and took the initiative to press Mrs. Green onto the bed.

"Damn old bitch."

Adams spat lightly and, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked to the balcony.

Looking at the brightly lit skyscrapers ahead, Adams' eyes reflected a trace of obsession, "I wonder when I can have such a skyscraper."

"You'll never have the chance."

Upon hearing this, Adams was so startled that he dropped his cigarette, and as he turned around, he saw a sword blade resting on his shoulder.

"Who are you?"

Adams pinched the soft flesh on the inside of his thigh to force himself to calm down. He knew very well that if he dared to make a sound, the blade would mercilessly cut his throat.

Adams absolutely didn't believe the person lacked the guts to kill; he already smelled a strong scent of blood on the blade.

Adams quivered, "Who sent you? The Blood Clan?"

"Hmph! Those evil Vampires..."

Before Adams could hear the rest of the words, he heard a thud of someone falling.

Affected by the fall, the blade dropped, drawing a long thin line of blood from Adams' shoulder to his waist.

Adams cared not for his wound, staring at the ground with wide eyes, "It was someone from the Holy Temple, the person who spared me when intending to kill me."

Under the moonlight, Adams' jaw dropped in surprise, thinking with shock, "What has this person been through?"

This person's attire was still the same as when Adams first met them—clad in silver Battle Armor, holding a Cross Sword.

Compared to their radiant and extraordinary presence at their first encounter, the person's state was now utterly miserable.

The Battle Armor was covered with one-inch-long, finger-width cracks, through which the body's exposed flesh could clearly be seen.

Adams could imagine that this person must have fought bloodily and broken through encirclements, otherwise there wouldn't be so many horrifying wounds.

Whether it was the enemy's blood or his own, the body appeared drenched in blood.

The most frightening part was the person's handsome features, marred by a diagonal scar from the left brow to the right corner of the mouth.

This long scar looked extremely hideous.

"What do I do now?"

Listening to the weak breathing, Adams' eyes were filled with complexity,

This person had just said they came to kill him; logically, Adams should strike first, taking advantage of the person's unconscious state to eliminate them.

"If you wanted to kill me, then why save me at that time?"

When Adams woke from the bench, he had figured it all out.

With the Sanctuary of Light's display of non-human power, there was no way the other side could have missed.

Afterward, Adams had visited an underground black clinic, where a doctor told him that if the wound were just a millimeter closer, his fate would have been certain death.

The precise, surgical-knife-like attack clearly indicated mercy.

"Who could have beaten him like this? Those Vampires?"

The chaotic thoughts in his mind were like a tangled ball of yarn he couldn't unravel.

"Riches are found in danger; I hope I won't regret today's decision."

Finally, Adams gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and made an impulsive decision.

He went to the side of the unconscious Mrs. Green and administered enough sleeping agent to ensure she wouldn't wake suddenly.

"So heavy."

Since Adams couldn't lift the person despite using all his strength, he had to drag them instead.

Adams dragged this person to the room he had initially rented.

He fetched bandages, anti-inflammatory drugs, and other supplies for treating external injuries, and as he applied the medication to the wounds, Adams breathed heavily, "If you die, you can only blame your bad luck."

Perhaps the drugs took effect, as he then heard this person's subconscious groans, and Adams breathed a sigh of relief.