Chapter 32
The Abyssal Demon Lake?

The female boss introduced the situation in the town while using her enchanting eyes to size up the handsome man in front of her. She had been in this small town for nearly thirty years and had never seen such a handsome guy, and a different kind of thought began to rise in her heart.

However, just as she was lost in her fantasies, Moro's words interrupted her daydreaming.

"Hello, ma'am, my name is Moro, and I'm a road trip enthusiast!"

"May I ask, Ms. Angiana, does the 'Magic Lake' in your Magic Lake Town have any special meaning?"

Snapped back to reality, Angiana's face turned slightly red. She squeezed her thigh a bit and, after a moment of contemplation, replied.

"Actually, it doesn't have any special meaning! There’s just a bottomless deep lake behind the town, where over a dozen people died a few years ago, and their bodies were never found. After that, the lake was sealed off by the federal authorities.

Generally, people from our town don’t go there, and after ten o'clock at night, police go there for training. Anyone caught sneaking into the Magic Lake will be detained for seven days.

Since then, no one has dared to go to that ominous Magic Lake."

At this point, Angiana looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to her and Moro. She then tiptoed, leaning her voluptuous body against Moro's left arm, and whispered some insider information into his ear.

"Sir, you mustn't be curious about that cursed place. Among those students who died a few years ago, there was a survivor.

That little boy came home and kept mumbling about how they encountered a real demon.

The boys were drained of their life essence, and even their bodies were devoured, while the girls were directly taken into the Magic Lake, leaving no trace behind!"

After saying this, Angiana swallowed hard. She felt the attraction of the man in front of her was too overwhelming; just being this close made her body react.

To avoid losing composure, Angiana fought against the desire rising within her and took a few steps back with difficulty.

Moro also noticed Angiana's unusual behavior. Although he wouldn't mind having a friendly match with her, it was clear that the matter of the Magic Lake was more important right now.

Ignoring Angiana's seductive gaze, which seemed to want to devour him, Moro put on a grateful expression and said, "Thank you, Ms. Angiana. You truly are beautiful and kind-hearted. I was actually thinking of checking out the Magic Lake, but since that's the case, I won't go anymore.

By the way, I plan to stay here for a few days. Since you've helped me so much, I’ll take care of your business.

Just book me the best room for seven days, and we can settle the difference later, as I don’t know how long I’ll be staying."

Moro reached into his inner pocket, took out a bank card from his system inventory, and handed it to the delighted Angiana.

At this moment, Angiana felt that not only was she making money, but she was also getting closer to Moro. She wore a proud smile, took the bank card with her left hand, and extended her right hand to shake Moro's.

"Thank you so much! Speaking of which, I haven't had any business for a week. If it weren't for the fact that this hotel is my own property, I probably wouldn't even be able to afford a meal!"

What she said wasn't an exaggeration; after all, with all the taxes and mandatory payments in America, she could only earn about four thousand dollars a month at most.

If she were renting, saving that little money would mean working a whole year for nothing once the rent was paid.

However, now it was the late 1990s, just before the millennium, and earning over four thousand dollars a month was actually quite good!

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Under Angiana's warm hospitality, Moro booked a luxurious king-size room in the hotel for five hundred dollars a night, which included three meals a day, evening massage services, and other amenities.

This massage service was originally supposed to be a business between Angiana and the strippers from the adjacent strip club.

However, given the strong attraction Moro had for her and his generous spending, Angiana decided to personally handle the room service for the next few days!

Of course, Moro was unaware of this as he had just stepped out of the hotel.

After glancing at the neon-lit street, Moro walked into the strip club next door.

Since he had nothing to do today, he thought it would be better to enjoy the entertainment, or rather, to listen to music at the strip club while gathering information about the situation on the mountain behind the town.

Americans, or Westerners, particularly enjoy strip clubs.

Even in remote towns, highways, and other places, there are strip clubs at various price points.

Moreover, these clubs are also favored by demon hunters, as almost every strip club has their presence.

After all, it's a profession where they risk their lives for a living; once they earn money, they don't think about saving it but spend it all at once. Otherwise, if they die on a hunt, the money would be automatically taken over by the federal government.

Speaking of which, Moro also quite liked strip clubs. The last time he went to one was at that chaotic "Raging Boobs" bar.

Unfortunately, he didn't get to enjoy the music or the performances there; if it weren't for the stunningly beautiful succubus princess, Lily Cain's avatar, he would have been utterly disappointed.

Hopefully, this time the strip club would give him a pleasant surprise!

Walking into the vibrant, money-filled bar, the first thing he heard was rock music, followed by the sight of young people dancing in the dance floor, and then the strippers performing sultry dances around the steel poles on the stage.

Not to mention their looks, just their curvy figures were enough to attract the attention of all the men present.

However, Moro only took a glance before retracting his gaze; now was not the time to appreciate the hot dance.

Since entering the bar, he had sensed several demon hunters with strength around the mid-stage of the first rank.

Moro recognized them not because of any special attire but because of the silver tokens hanging from their waists.

This token is proof of identity for demon hunters; carrying it allows them to seek help from local police or government departments in case of danger.

Or, during extraordinary events, they can take command of the situation with the token.

However, these individuals had a one-sword silver token, which means they were first-rank demon hunters and couldn't act recklessly across states.

Moro himself had one, but his was a five-sword gold token, certified by the demon hunter guild when he was about to reach the fifth rank.

The reason was that a fifth-rank extraordinary being, who had been the state president in Washington D.C. for over three hundred years, was directly defeated by Moro during a strength test.

According to the state president's own words, he had never been so thoroughly beaten in his three hundred years of life; the feeling of helplessness, unable to even touch the opponent's clothes, would be a pain he would carry for life.

After certifying Moro with the five-sword gold token, that old man went into seclusion, just to avoid this plague of a guy named Moro!

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Crossing the crowded corridor, Moro walked towards the bar.

Upon seeing the young and familiar-looking bartender behind the bar, Moro joked with her in the tone of a hunter before looking at the drink menu.

"Beautiful lady, please bring me two shots of tequila."

"Hahaha, sure thing, handsome hunter!"

The young and attractive bartender, with a curvy figure, covered her mouth and laughed, then poured two shots of tequila, adding a few ice cubes, and pushed the drinks towards Moro.

"Two shots of tequila! Be careful, this drink is very strong and spicy; don't choke on it."

The bartender kindly reminded Moro, perhaps this was the convenience brought by her looks!

Moro picked up one glass and pushed the other towards the bartender.

"This one is for you."

As he spoke, Moro took a sip of the strong liquor, exhaled a breath of hot air, raised an eyebrow, and said playfully, "Wow, this tequila's spiciness doesn't seem to match your figure!"

The flattered bartender's cheeks turned slightly red. She was just a high school senior who had only been working part-time for a couple of days. Although many boys pursued her at school, they were nowhere near as impressive as the handsome guy in front of her.

"You're so naughty! But thank you for the drink and the compliment.

Let me introduce myself again; my name is Jennifer Carter, and I'm a high school senior working part-time here."

Holding the iced tequila in one hand, Jennifer extended her other hand towards Moro.

Looking at Jennifer, who resembled Fox but was younger and prettier, Moro smiled and shook her hand.

'It seems Jennifer hasn't been harmed and turned into a demon yet!' Moro thought to himself, but he wore a gentle smile as he said, "Hello, Jennifer. My name is Moro, and I really am a hunter."

As he spoke, Moro exaggeratedly patted his solid chest, showcasing his strength!

This flamboyant gesture and display didn't annoy Jennifer; on the contrary, her eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Moro.

This is the true portrayal of American women: they like you if you're strong, and if you're weak, they’ll join others to bully you. They just love confident and flamboyant men!

Handling a high school girl like this was a piece of cake.

Seeing Jennifer's adoring expression, Moro smiled lightly, feeling no sense of pride from attracting a young girl.

Because he had seen and done this so many times, it had become second nature!

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