No one could take Gerlyn away from him, even if it was just a "temporary loan."
Even if the person was Gerlyn's relative.
"If you want to visit Gerlyn, you can come anytime." Chen Zhao rejected Alex's request in a roundabout way.
"Ha … So petty." As a lawyer, Alex could obviously tell what Chen Zhao was implying.
Chen Zhao didn't want her to stay at his house, but he also didn't want Gerlyn to stay with Alex for now.
"I've already booked the ticket. My flight is at three in the afternoon. Come pick me up at five." With that, Alex hung up.
Chen Zhao checked the time. It was only noon.
Chen Zhao called Fali. He wouldn't be going home at noon.
After all, it would take almost an hour to get to Mingyue Villa from here. It would be even further from the villa to the airport.
Since he had to pick Alex up later, he might as well stay in the city until it was time.
Dragging time was the worst. The more you cared about time, the slower it would pass.
Chen Zhao felt like an entire day had passed, but in reality, only half an hour had passed.
Chen Zhao had no choice but to walk around.
He remembered that Sharla had told him last time that the wooden comb she'd bought that had caused trouble came from 558 Downey Street.
Chen Zhao planned to go there and take a look. If the people from 558 Downey Street had sold that "dirty thing" to someone else, Chen Zhao had to get rid of a pest for the people.
After all, Chen Zhao thought that Los Angeles was his territory, even though he never took the initiative to solve problems.
But since the problem was right in front of him, Chen Zhao would take the time to solve it.
This was a shop that normal people couldn't find.
It was also Chen Zhao's first time here.
However, he'd heard from the people in the Association.
Many people in the Association often visited this shop.
The entire Downey Street was filled with high-end luxury shops. If the decorations weren't up to standard, the city government would shut them down.
But the door of 558 Downey Street was very old. It was a wooden house from the 1920s or 1930s.
It was old and the paint on the door frame had almost faded.
The windows weren't modern floor-to-ceiling windows. Instead, they were square glass windows made of wood.
When Chen Zhao pushed the door open, he wasn't used to the dark environment in the shop.
The items in the shop were also quite messy, and there were a lot of things.
An old woman and a red-haired girl were lying on a chair behind the counter. When they saw Chen Zhao, they immediately jogged over with professional smiles. "Hello, sir. How may I help you?"
Chen Zhao glanced at the red-haired girl. Her magic power was pretty good, probably about the same as Jollinash or Giselle in the Association.
As for the old woman sleeping on the chair, Chen Zhao felt that she should be similar to Gaia.
However, this was only in terms of magic power. If it were an actual battle, the old lady would probably be torn apart by Gaia.
Chen Zhao knocked on the glass counter. Seeing that Chen Zhao had ignored her and gone to disturb her boss, the red-haired girl frowned in dissatisfaction.
"Sir, if you don't have any other requests, please leave," the red-haired girl said with dissatisfaction.
Just then, the old woman woke up and looked at Chen Zhao.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"A while ago, you sold a wooden comb here, right?" Chen Zhao asked.
The old woman looked at the red-haired girl in confusion.
Chen Zhao didn't know if the girl was pretending or if she really couldn't remember. Her eyes were blank. "I need to check. Is there a problem?"
"There's a problem," Chen Zhao said. "Someone already died because of this comb."
The old woman's and the red-haired girl's expressions changed slightly. Businessmen were most afraid of accidents.
This was especially true for shops that sold magic items and magic raw materials. They were even more afraid of such things.
"Who are you? Someone from the government? Or the victim's family? " The old woman stood up. She was already very old and her body had shrunk. She looked less than 1.5 meters tall.
However, her eyes were still lively. She stared at Chen Zhao with a sharp gaze.
"Los Angeles is my territory," Chen Zhao said.
Hearing that, the red-haired girl flew into a rage. "You want to slander our shop and then charge us protection fees?"
Clearly, she thought that Chen Zhao was someone who wanted protection fees.
Chen Zhao only glanced at the red-haired girl indifferently.
She was probably just an employee here.
With her brain, she probably wasn't the mastermind.
Chen Zhao's gaze fell on the old woman.
The old woman's magic power was definitely powerful.
If this old woman was the mastermind, both in terms of life experience and personal strength, Chen Zhao wouldn't doubt it.
Of course, Chen Zhao wasn't here to question her. He also wanted to clarify the situation.
The old woman wouldn't think that Chen Zhao was someone who wanted protection fees.
Someone who could find her shop and even dare to stand in front of her and denounce her was definitely not a hooligan.
Plus, she'd been in Los Angeles for so many years. It wasn't like she didn't know what was going on.
She knew about the Supernatural Organization. Recently, they'd become even more famous.
Moreover, the Supernatural Organization claimed that Los Angeles was their territory.
Apparently, the president of the organization was a Chinese.
The old woman could roughly guess Chen Zhao's identity.
"Sir, we're also confused about your accusations. Can you tell us the whole story? Even if you want to convict me, please show evidence."
"I don't have evidence, but I have witnesses," Chen Zhao said. "An ordinary person once came into your shop and bought a wooden comb. Then, she caused a series of supernatural events. Because of the comb, a person died. He was a spiritualist."
"Impossible!" the old woman shouted immediately.
"You're slandering me!" the red-haired girl yelled agitatedly. "How can an ordinary person come here?"
"That's the truth. For an ordinary person to find this place, she can't come here unless someone brought her in or someone from your shop wanted her in," Chen Zhao said indifferently. "I don't care if you believe me or not. I just need an explanation."
"What if we can't?" the old woman asked in a low and hoarse voice.
It seemed that she was also angered by Chen Zhao's barbaric attitude.
"If you can't, I'll tear down this shop and chase you out of Los Angeles."
Although it seemed like a bully bullying the weak, this was the world.
However, this was how the world worked. Moreover, this incident was caused by this shop in the first place.
Chen Zhao had already confirmed that it was the truth. Shera was indeed a victim and someone had died.
Therefore, no one was innocent.
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