Thinking of The Little Evil God, Gul suddenly furrowed his brow, for he couldn't see any trace of The Little Evil God.

"The Little Evil God! The Little Evil God! Where are you?" Gul called out, but there was no response. Gul's face darkened; could it be that the little devil had slipped away?

A chill ran through Gul's heart. The Little Evil God had been clamoring to go outside for a while. Now, thanks to the small device given by the Ancient One, she had finally transformed into a human. Undoubtedly, she had ventured out.

The Little Evil God was a demon; her roaming freely would likely stir up trouble.

With this thought, Gul grew even more anxious. He hurriedly dashed out of the house, determined to find The Little Evil God.

"Excuse me, have you seen a girl with golden hair and blue eyes, looking somewhat peculiar, pass by here?"

"Um, no, sorry for the disturbance."

"Sorry to bother you, but have you seen a girl with golden hair and blue eyes, who seems a bit abnormal, pass by here?"

Gul searched and inquired simultaneously, genuinely worried about The Little Evil God's safety. It wasn't that he feared for her life; rather, he was concerned about the safety of others. Despite being a lowly demon, The Little Evil God was still a demon. If the Ancient One was wary of her, she certainly posed a threat to ordinary people.

If The Little Evil God ended up killing someone or was exposed as a demon, it would be disastrous.

Finally, Gul heard news about The Little Evil God from a passerby and rushed in the direction indicated.

However, upon arriving in a narrow alley, instead of finding The Little Evil God, he encountered two black men blocking the alley, grinning menacingly at him.

"Oh, look, a cute little lamb has wandered in."

"And an Asian at that. To be honest, I love Asians because they always carry money."

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The two men laughed sinisterly as they approached Gul.

Gul frowned and glanced back, confirming that the person who had given him directions was now blocking his retreat.

Gul was aware of such alleys, frequented by petty black or white thugs who often mugged passersby. They might even stab you if you didn't comply.

Gul had charged in partly because The Little Evil God lacked common sense and could have wandered in or been tricked. Moreover, Gul had developed a superpower. Although it was relatively weak, it was enough to handle a few ordinary thugs. Hence, Gul was unafraid and ventured in.

"So, the information about the girl you gave me was false?" Gul asked, displeased.

"Exactly. Who's seen the girl you described? Now, empty your pockets, take out your wallet—no, take out everything—and you can leave safely. Otherwise," the thug said, smiling as he drew a short knife.

"I detest people like you," Gul said through gritted teeth.

"Hahaha, but we like you."

"Indeed, we love people like you."

"Kid, hurry up, hand over your wallet. Although you're a kid, you might not have much money. But we'll take whatever you have. And if you can pay us weekly, we'll protect you from others. How about that?"

"Well, I don't have much money on me, but I'll give you everything I have if you let me go," Gul said dejectedly, his hand reaching into his pocket.

Hearing Gul's words, the three thugs grinned broadly. They were just low-level thugs, so they wouldn't pass up even a dollar from a child.

"Here you go."

Just as the thugs relaxed their guard, Gul suddenly sprang into action, pulling a keychain from his pocket and hurling it at the thug with the knife, striking him squarely on the nose. The thug yelped in pain, tears streaming from his eyes as he clutched his nose, dropping the knife.

Simultaneously, Gul punched another thug in the chest, sending him staggering back several steps before collapsing, clutching his chest and struggling to breathe.

The third thug was felled by a swift kick to the groin, collapsing to his knees, clutching his genitals and howling in pain.

Although it sounds complicated, it happened in an instant. Within a second, Gul had incapacitated all three thugs. The knife that the first thug had dropped was still mid-fall when Gul caught it deftly with his foot and flipped it into his hand.

Though handling a knife for the first time, Gul manipulated it skillfully, almost artistically. His enhanced bodily control allowed him to perform feats previously unimaginable.

The first thug, recovering from the blow to his nose, saw his companions on the ground and Gul brandishing the knife, his bravado crumbled. He raised his hands in surrender. "I give up, I give up. This must be Chinese kung fu. I surrender."

Seeing the thug's submission, Gul smirked with satisfaction. For years, this body had been frequently harassed by similar thugs. Now, he had finally avenged himself.

Additionally, Gul gained insight into his physical capabilities. The entire confrontation, lasting just a couple of seconds, unfolded exactly as he had anticipated.