The two went to a roadside restaurant. Fali ordered a salad, a steak, and a large pudding.
Chen Zhao's appetite wasn't small either, but if he ate as much as he wanted, this month's work would be for nothing.
Chen Zhao's appetite was really huge. After all, he'd drunk a strength potion before.
The potion was more than twice as effective as David's. This meant that Chen Zhao's appetite would be doubled according to David's appetite.
Even though it wasn't a turkey festival, Chen Zhao still ordered a whole charcoal roasted turkey.
It was western food, but neither Chen Zhao nor Fali were people who could eat elegantly.
Plus, there weren't that many rules in a small town's restaurant.
So, the two showed their true colors when they ate. Chen Zhao held a turkey and nibbled on it.
Halfway through, however, someone patted Fali's shoulder.
"Beauty, do you want to go to a bar with me? I know where it's fun. "
Chen Zhao raised his head and saw Ken's classmate.
The gangster looked like a thug. Furrowing her brows, Fali pushed his hand away. "Don't touch me. I don't know you."
"This Asian can't satisfy you," the gangster said bluntly. "Come play with me. I promise you won't be able to get out of bed."
How could he tolerate this?
Chen Zhao couldn't. He grabbed the turkey and smashed it on the gangster's face.
"F * ck off."
"Yellow-skinned monkey, do you want to die?"
Chen Zhao raised his leg and kicked the gangster three meters away.
Chen Zhao couldn't beat Gaia, but he could kill a hooligan with one finger if he wanted to solo him.
The kick landed and the gangster couldn't stand up anymore.
Even though Chen Zhao had held back half of his strength, it was still very powerful.
Even a female dinosaur like Gaia might not be able to take it, let alone this gangster.
"Don't let me see you again. F * ck off."
The gangster clutched his stomach and left pathetically.
Gangsters like him bullied the weak and feared the strong.
He only saw that Chen Zhao was Asian and a new face, so he came to provoke him.
Once Chen Zhao got tough, he really didn't dare to face him head-on.
As for calling the police, that was a joke.
No matter what, it was impossible for him to get the support of the police.
"F * ck, what a waste of my turkey." Chen Zhao's expression was fierce.
"Can you use magic to kill this bastard?"
"What? Do you have a grudge against him? "
"I don't know him, but the townspeople said that he sold drugs to the kids in the school. In the end, two of the kids overdosed. One died, and the other's brain was damaged. People like that deserve to die the most."
"My magic can't kill people, so don't expect me to kill people."
"How boring."
"Killing isn't fun." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.
"Have you killed anyone before?" Fali suddenly looked at him seriously.
Chen Zhao thought for a moment and answered, "Earlier in the hospital, a murderer kidnapped a nurse. I had Beelzebub bite him to death in front of everyone."
"Do you have any special feelings?"
"It's because I don't feel anything. That's why it's scary. I'm actually indifferent to the fact that I killed someone."
"Other than that, do you have any experience in killing people?"
"Does failing to cure the patient on the operating table count?"
"Nope."
Chen Zhao and Fali didn't have a good meal after the hoodlum messed around.
They went to the supermarket and bought a lot of food, instantly replenishing the fridge.
"Fali, do people still swim in winter?"
"Of course. The temperature difference in LA isn't that big. There are many people at the beach I'm at all year round, so we have to work all year round. Even at night, some people will play in the sea, so I have to work night shifts sometimes."
"By the way, what are you planning to give Leonardo's birthday party?" Fali asked.
Chen Zhao was troubled. What should he give?
He really didn't have any gift-giving experience. He turned his head and asked, "Fali, what are you planning to give?"
"I already have an idea, but I can't tell you. If you know, you'll definitely rush to give it to him first and I won't have anything to give." Fali was very guarded against Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao was even more troubled. Fali was right to be guarded against him.
Because he would really do something like that …
…
"F * * k, f * * k …"
Deppler Rastan held his stomach, his face full of pain. He kept cursing.
His steps were unsteady and he couldn't stand properly.
The Asian's foot was really too heavy. He felt like his stomach was being twisted into pieces.
"I'm going to teach that yellow monkey a lesson. I'm going to kill him."
Deppler arrived in front of a house and knocked on the door with difficulty.
Half a minute later, the door opened. Trede Pemton opened the door.
When Trede Pemton saw Deppler, his expression instantly turned cold.
"Deppler, you shouldn't be here." Trede's attitude was very cold, as if he was a thousand miles away from Deppler.
"Mr. Pemton, I'm sorry … I … I need money …"
"I already gave you some money last time," Trede Pemton said coldly. "We don't have anything to do with each other anymore."
"Mr. Pemton," Deppler said. "I did something for you, but you only gave me $5,000. That's not fair. I need you to pay me more."
"You don't keep your word." Trede Pemton's expression turned even darker.
"If you don't give it to me, I can't guarantee that I won't say something unpleasant to others," Deppler said. This was his usual trick.
"Fine. Come in." Trede Pemton's expression suddenly calmed down.
The moment Deppler stepped into Trede Pemton's room, a sharp knife pierced through his chest.
There was an old lady standing behind the door. Deppler turned his head with difficulty.
He knew the old lady, but … why was she in Trede Pemton's house?
Why was she hiding behind the door?
By then, Trede had already closed the door. He looked at Deppler, who was lying on the ground, and said to the old woman, "Winry, you're too fast. You should've waited for me to close the door. If someone had passed by just now, they would've noticed."
"I can't help it. I haven't seen blood in a long time. It's rare for a prey to come." The old lady slowly leaned on Deppler's body. She held the sharp knife with both hands and raised it high.
The old lady murmured, "Great Sleeper, I swear in the name of Bessita, please listen to my call. I'll offer you a blood sacrifice."
Deppler was not completely dead yet. He was still very conscious. The closer he was to death, the clearer he was.
But there was nothing he could do. The sharp knife in the old woman's hand had been smeared with a paralyzing poison.
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