Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

"Hey... Do any of you know those guys?"

"No. But they looked like students and teacher?"

"Yes... That's what I thought too. If that is the case, why are they here? How can Assistant Deputy Director Payne bring them along? Doesn't he know the importance of this case?"

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One by one, many M.S.S field agents whispered about the strange visitors before them.

It was really weird.

Why was Payne allowing these people to enter their mission vans to flow them along?

For goodness sake! Some of these strangers were no older than 17.

Ridiculous! What can a 17-year-old do in such a delicate case?

They knew people like Old Gia and even Payne were fair. But this doesn't prevent them from having doubts.

Or could it be this group of people was from a special division of trained spies?

Hey... it was unheard of for the government to train teenagers. Many would never suspect people this young to have excellent skills. So wasn't this a good cover

Already, many agents had made up excuses as to why people this young were allowed to join this top-secret mission.

Don't get them wrong. There were indeed young M.S.S agents. But those take lesser mission ranks.

This was a Classified Top Secret one that many would have to work their asses off with experience and true skills to earn a place for.

So yes.

They were right to be skeptical.

Payne saw their expressions and didn't bother examining.

What was he to say? That in truth, they were about to face an enemy they didn't expect could be possible and would have their asses protected by the group they looked down on?

No way.

Just as he had his face slapped, he also wanted them to have their faces slapped too. And by the end, all he would say was... "Welcome to the club."

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~Vrmm!

The vans took off one after the other, with all agents putting their most formidable looks to show these newbies how fierce they were.

Too bad the people they were trying to intimidate either 'slept' with legs crossed and eyes closed or enthusiastically marveled about the van's interior.

In particular, there was one excited person who the M.S.S agents felt like shooting down.

"Awesome... It's exactly as it is in the movies!"

(>0<)

Ghu Sota's hands were super fidgety, though he dared not touch anything, especially with elder Bewoh sitting by his side.

Though he was steady, his eyes and movements told his thoughts.

He'll! Even the agents sitting opposite him rolled their eyes at this bumpkin.

It was strange to say they felt him familiar but couldn't put their fingers on where they had seen him before.

Ghu Sota?

Of course he had a recognizable face! He was the heir to the Ghu Clan, who had appeared in magazines alongside his family in a very majestic picture.

So yes... He was very famous, especially during the times when the Ghus also held press conferences for business or private matters.

Pah.

Someone lightly slapped Sota's arm. "Buddy, you better behave yourself. We can't afford to disgrace the Academy, or Elder Hina will freeze you to a popsicle."

Ghu Sota quivered in embarrassment when thinking of his tigress grandmother.

He was already a man, yet his grandmother still smacked his butt in public as though he were a toddler.

That's just great. Now, everyone teased him about it. Every time he tried to do a little misch--... (Cough, cough), exploration, she would always appear like a ghost, dragging his body away.

Believe him, he had tried so many times but always got caught by her.

What the hell? Did she have a pair of invisible eyes on his body? Why was it that she always knew what he was up to?

It may shock many to know that his grandmother's most brutal move and the one he was most scared of was her legendary 'Slipper' attack.

Before entering the Academy, his Grandmother had perfected the skill of taking her slippers/shoes off and projecting them into the air with great calculation and precision.

It didn't matter if he ran zig-zag or straight... The shoe always landed on the back of his head.

And now with her added strength boost, the last slipper attack she gave him in the academy left him on his knees, spewing blood in a dizzy state.

F***!

Did the woman want to murder her grandson?

He dragged his body away while she slowly advanced with the other pair of shoes in her hand.

Ghu Sota felt his fate pitiful.

Most grandmothers would feel aggrieved seeing their grandsons in a bloody state.

But his own grandmother was more than happy to cause a fountain of blood to spew out of his head.

Ghu Sota had a lot of complaints to give. But who will he complain to?

He cried like a baby to his grandfather, but the man only showed a helpless look, saying: "A happy wife equals a happy life. Grandson, who am I to argue with the ancients who made these rules?

"_"

Even Ghu Dwo, his own father, didn't say a thing, acting as though he never saw the injury in his son's head.

Ghu Sota was more aggrieved. But what he didn't know was that even his father was afraid of his grandmother.

[Ghu Dwo]: "Son. It's every man for himself."

[Old Ghu]: "Well grandson. Had you honestly stayed back rather than trying to explore the dangerous forest territory, you wouldn't have been beaten so much, would you?"

[Ghu Sota]: "_"

Alright.

He was still waiting for the DNA test to verify whether these were his family members.

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Ghu Sota's face turned distorted, listening to his buddy's advice.

Gia Yangbo chuckled, seeing Sota's change.

The 2 met in the academy and had good impressions of each other since then.

And just like that, the vehicle towards the Kwo estate, ready to begin their first field training as exorcists!

Bewoh opened his eyes calmly.

"It's time."