"So we're members of the Supernatural Organization now?"
Bona Twain realized that joining the Supernatural Organization wasn't as difficult as she'd imagined.
"You're only temporary members, not official ones. You still have a long way to go."
"Do you have any IDs?" Bona Twain asked.
"No," West answered.
"Then if we meet a member that we've never met before, we won't be able to recognize him, right?"
"There are only about 20 people in the organization. How can we not recognize him? You can just recognize everyone in the organization."
"Are the members at the headquarters?"
"No, our president isn't back yet."
"Yeah, where's the president?"
"He's still fighting," West said. "You'll see him when he comes back."
"The president is strong, right?"
"Our president is a demon," West said. "You can offend anyone in the organization, but if you offend the president, you'll die a horrible death. The last person who offended him was stuffed into a meat grinder."
West's words made Bona Twain and Litt Grove shudder involuntarily.
Stuffed someone into a meat grinder?
In their minds, they were already imagining how terrifying this president would be.
"Does that person have a big grudge against the president?"
"No, that person was only hired to beat up our president."
"When will the president come back?"
"I don't know. Maybe soon."
…
"President, when will you come back?" West called Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao picked up the phone. "The battle here is about to end. I'll be back soon."
"Sir, that's $1,230." The waitress stood beside Chen Zhao, smiling.
To be honest, she'd never seen someone eat so much. He'd eaten $1,200 in one meal.
He'd eaten enough for more than ten people.
"President, how come I hear another woman's voice? Are you really fighting? "
While paying, Chen Zhao said, "Oh, I just returned to the shopping area outside the forest."
"Didn't you say you were still fighting?"
"You remembered wrong. I said the battle is over."
Just then, Chen Zhao saw someone walk past the restaurant.
"Keep the change, thanks." Chen Zhao quickly walked out of the restaurant and caught up to the man. "Hi, Professor Forsyl. Hello."
"You are …" Fosier turned around and saw Chen Zhao. He felt that Chen Zhao looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen him before.
"Have you forgotten? We're colleagues, "Chen Zhao said warmly.
"Oh … I remember now. You're that China Chen from the medical school."
"Where are you going? Can you give me a ride? "
A smile appeared on Foss's face. "Of course, no problem."
Chen Zhao got into Fossier's car, but he realized that there was someone else in the car.
Chen Zhao wasn't sure if it was a person or a corpse.
This was because the man's neck had been severed, and judging from the cut, it was probably done by Gaia's greatsword.
However, the flesh on the neck was wriggling around the incision, as if it was sticking together on its own.
"He's badly hurt. Should we take him to the hospital?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I was going to take him to the hospital."
Fosier glanced at Chen Zhao and thought, This China guy is an idiot. He didn't even notice such an unusual situation.
Fosier's car left Sandro National Park, but it was clearly not heading toward the city.
"Professor Fosier, I don't think we're going back to the city. Where are we going?"
"Ha … I'm taking you to a good place."
"But I want to go back."
"You'll miss home even more later." Fosier picked up his gun and pointed it at Chen Zhao as he drove.
"Uh … Professor Fosier, let's talk. Don't shoot. I won't go back." Chen Zhao looked at the professor helplessly.
Just then, Dog, who was lying in the backseat, woke up.
The first thing Dog did was to touch his neck and move it around.
"It feels good to be alive." Dog exhaled. "Who is he?"
"An idiot who walked into a trap," Professor Fosier said.
"I think I'm involved in something. If I tell you now that I can pretend that nothing happened and I didn't see anything, will you let me go?"
"Do you think that's possible?"
Chen Zhao took out his wallet. "Here's my cash and credit cards. Take whatever you want. Don't hurt me, okay?"
"Ha …"
Professor Forsythe and Dog both smiled meaningfully.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang.
"Pick it up, but you better think carefully. Don't say anything," Professor Fosier threatened.
Chen Zhao picked it up. "Hello, Fali."
"Chen, when are you coming back?"
"I might be late tonight."
"What's up?"
"Would you believe me if I told you that I've been kidnapped?"
Just then, Professor Fosier pointed the gun at Chen Zhao's head, a warning in his eyes.
"Ha …" Fali laughed as if she'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Darling, are you kidding me?"
"I'm serious."
"Put it on speakerphone."
"Mr. Kidnapper, you've kidnapped Chen. Please treat him gently. Chen has a bad temper, so don't point a gun at him. He hates it the most. Also, you have to prepare enough dinner. Chen doesn't like to go hungry and he eats a lot." Chen Zhao turned on the speaker as Fali said, "Mr. Kidnapper, you kidnapped Chen. Please treat him gently.
"Madam, I'll take good care of your man."
Even Fosier couldn't tell if the woman was joking or serious.
"Okay, good luck. Goodbye," Fali said. "Chen, come back soon. I don't like sleeping alone."
"I'll try my best."
After hanging up, Chen Zhao turned around and asked, "How far are we from our destination?"
"Do you think you still have a chance to escape?"
"No, I didn't think that." Chen Zhao shook his head. "I didn't think about escaping. I swear by God."
"I hope not." Fosier drove the car onto the desert road. "Okay, let's get off."
"There's nothing here. Why did you bring me here?"
"There's nothing on the surface," Dog said.
He led the way. After walking for more than ten minutes, he stopped, as if trying to figure out where he was.
Then, Dog walked to a withered tree, moved away a stone next to it, and found a pull ring on the ground.
With a clang, a narrow tunnel entrance was pulled open.
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