Mr. Briefcase's real name is Chen Xing. When he went for a cheap skin surgery at an illegal clinic, the doctor suddenly raised the price to an extra 3000 US Dollars after stitching, so he had no choice but to agree.
With such an unsavory black history, his nickname became Mr. Briefcase in everyone's mouth.
Chen Xing's parents divorced when he was young, and he moved with his father from Taiwan to California. As a child, he disliked studying and only enjoyed playing, spending his days chasing girls and fully embodying the term 'unskilled and irredeemable'.
The best thing in his life is he has a handsome face, and even without a degree or job as an adult, he can live off women.
When Sun Yan first met Chen Xing, he was living off a divorced woman in her 30s until his cheating was discovered, and he was kicked out by the woman.
But this didn't affect Chen Xing latching onto another rich woman. His current girlfriend's family has assets in the billions. Not only does she lend him a Ferrari as his means of transport, but she also bought him a luxurious apartment in Saint Anna City, which becomes his proudest boast in daily conversations.
"We're here, this is my home. How big is it?"
Pushing open the apartment door, Chen Xing, with a flushed face, supported a blonde girl as they walked in.
His girlfriend recently went back to Japan and won't be back for at least half a month. Since returning from Southeast Asia, Chen Xing has been indulging himself, bringing different women back to spend the night every day.
To him, this was all routine.
"I'll go take a shower first, wait for me, darling."
Leaving the blonde girl on the sofa, Chen Xing staggered into the bathroom, stripped down, and posed his muscles in front of the mirror.
"Handsome, those three private training sessions a week were worth it," Chen Xing said with a proud smile before turning toward the shower.
However, Chen Xing didn't notice that after he left, his reflection remained in place in the mirror, slowly revealing a creepy smile.
"Ah!"
Just as he was about to start his shower, Chen Xing's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor.
Clutching his head in agony, his eyes began reddening at visible speed. It felt as if countless invisible needles were stabbing at his skull, making Chen Xing feel what it meant to be in a state worse than death.
He knelt on the tiles, banging his head against the floor, his expression growing increasingly frenzied, so much so that he didn't notice the Buddha Pendant on his chest. Something seemed to crawl out from it and slither under his skin.
"Ah!!!"
The pain in his head intensified, and Chen Xing could no longer stand the torment. He collapsed to the floor, curling into a ball, so overwhelmed with pain that his fingernails went unnoticed as they dug into his flesh.
The cold water from the shower sprayed over him, and it was unclear how long it took for Chen Xing's headache to subside. He struggled to his feet and muttered uneasily to his mirror reflection, "Impossible, how could this be? Did my vow really come true?"
Staring at himself in the mirror, Chen Xing suddenly recalled something, and an image from when Sun Yan talked to him in the bar restroom flashed across his mind.
"Gan Lin, what the hell is all this shit, Lin Bei is seriously going crazy."
...
For Sun Yan, not having a good time drinking is an unsatisfactory outcome.
Waking up on a hotel bed, Sun Yan picked up the phone from the bedside and saw over 200 missed calls on the screen, all from the same person.
"So urgent, could something have happened already?"
Sun Yan dialed back, and within three seconds, the call was answered, followed by Chen Xing's anxious voice.
"Sun Yan, what exactly did you mean by what you said to me in the bar restroom last night? Do you know something?"
Sun Yan got out of bed, pulled open the curtain to let sunlight in, and thought he must have really drunk too much, as he had slept until the afternoon.
"Mr. Briefcase, I can only say that the problem on you is severe, and you might end up tragically dying at home any day now. By chance, I specialize in Exorcism. If you're interested, I could help you eliminate this disaster, but of course, even with close friends, financial accounts must clear, and this requires money."
"Damn it, you're just a cook at your family's restaurant, I didn't know you've started dealing in Exorcism too. You didn't do something to me last night to con money off me, did you?" Chen Xing said angrily, his voice low.
Sun Yan looked regretfully at the street scene outside the window, shaking his head: "Mr. Briefcase, you should know my character. Since you don't believe me, there's no need to continue talking. I'll honestly remind you that the issue with you is not small, and you better act fast. Otherwise, even Exorcism won't work if you delay too long."
Having said that, Sun Yan hung up the phone.
Last night, he only used the Celestial Eye to see that the Buddha Pendant on Chen Xing's neck was no simple item, and whoever gave it to him had ill intentions.
As for any other issues, Sun Yan truly couldn't discern more.
Yet, Chen Xing called urgently the next day, indicating something indescribable happened to him, most likely related to the Buddha Pendant.
"I still owe Friendship Car Shop 10,000 US Dollars, let's see if I can close a deal with Mr. Briefcase."
Sun Yan pocketed his phone, donned his clothes, and prepared to head home; the graveyard was his main stage. With the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao as the Guardian, Sun Yan felt more secure in exorcising demons.
If the issue with Chen Xing is indeed dire, Sun Yan believed he would seek him out sooner or later, and all he needed was to wait at the graveyard for the client to arrive.
...
Meanwhile, in a town far out in Southeast Asia, inside a dilapidated apartment.
The room was cluttered with all sorts of sealed jars, pots, and water containers holding the Five Poisons, making the place all the more eerie and sinister.
On the offering table against the wall, there stood a Buddha statue with a red cloth covering its head, its appearance obscured, but with six arms and four legs, covered with Goldware. Its dark skin subtly signified its complex identity.
A skinny man in a white vest sat before the offering table. Positioned in front of him was a straw doll woven from grass.
Pinned on the head of the straw doll was a black and white photo of Chen Xing.
Gently picking up a fine needle, the man forcefully punctured the straw doll's head, one, two, three... until Chen Xing's photo was densely covered with needles, to the point his face became unrecognizable.
Next, the man took out a dagger, sliced open the straw doll's belly, and grabbed a handful of insect eggs from a jar, stuffing them inside.
The chanting of curses began to murmur, echoing throughout the entire room.