The old woman's face was green. Even so, she didn't want to fight Chen Zhao.
No matter what, it wasn't wise to fight Chen Zhao.
If she was younger, she would probably tear the man before her into pieces and stuff him into the cellar.
She was older. Although she had more magic power, her energy, stamina, and consciousness weren't as high as before.
On the other hand, her employee, the red-haired girl, was like an angry rooster. Red and black balls of energy appeared in her palms.
Chen Zhao could feel the girl's magic power. He'd never seen it before.
It shouldn't be the magic school he was familiar with.
Seeing the girl's magic, the old woman immediately frowned and scolded, "Weier, stop. You can't do anything here. Put away your magic."
If someone had to fight, it should be her, not Weier.
Since she didn't want to fight, what was the point of Weier doing it?
At least for now, the old woman didn't plan on falling out with Chen Zhao and the Supernatural Organization behind him.
"Sir, what kind of explanation do you want?"
"Why did you sell that comb and your intentions?"
The old woman took a deep breath and calmed herself down. Turning to Weier, she said, "Weier, look at the account book. Did he sell that comb from our shop?"
Even now, the old woman still doubted Chen Zhao's words.
Weier glared at Chen Zhao and opened the account book unhappily.
"When was it sold?"
"About two months ago."
Weier started searching. Finally, she found the sales record on the account book.
Weier was an employee in the shop. Of course, she needed to record what she sold.
Because the old woman didn't know how to use electronic devices, she kept records in the account book too.
Weier took out another order to compare.
After ten minutes, Weier's expression froze.
Noticing Weier's expression, the old woman's heart skipped a beat. Did something really go wrong?
But the old woman didn't change her expression. Her gaze was indifferent.
"Weier, did you find it?" the old woman asked casually, trying to stay calm.
Weier nodded slightly. "That comb is a consignment. The seller is Rouen Faxben."
Hearing this name, the old woman couldn't stay calm anymore.
Rouen Faxi was a rather famous Alchemist.
But his fame didn't lie in how good he was or what kind of works he had.
And because of his vile reputation, he dared to try almost any magical tool.
From Asia to Africa, then to Europe, and finally to the Americas, he left behind a notorious reputation.
"Didn't you check if his consignment is dangerous?" The old woman scolded.
She accepted alchemists' consignments in this magic shop and took a commission from them.
However, in order to ensure their business reputation, the consignment also needed to be inspected.
"I checked …" Weier was so anxious that her tears were about to fall.
Chen Zhao's face was still cold. He didn't know if they were acting or not.
Before investigating clearly, he would not make a rash decision.
The old woman sighed. When she heard that it was a consignment from Rouen Fassbender, her head swelled.
The name was synonymous with trouble.
Now she was eighty percent sure that the problem lay with Rouen Faxben.
Weier must have checked the consignment.
But with her skills, how could she beat a sly old fox like Rouen Faxi?
Rouen Faxi only needed to disguise himself a little and he would be able to fool Weier.
Ignoring Rouen Faxi's alchemy skills, the two were not on the same level in terms of mentality.
Rouen Faxi's personal deeds were too vile.
He dared to do all kinds of forbidden experiments and tools.
Who knew if this was another evil magic tool created by Rouen Faxi and used it to trick people.
"It's just a normal psychic tool …" Weier complained softly. She still felt that Chen Zhao was stirring up trouble.
"Sir, I think it's our fault." The old woman quickly recognized the situation.
She didn't have the advantage in terms of strength or logic.
No matter how powerful she was, how many connections she had, and how experienced she was, she couldn't compare to the local Supernatural Organization.
So, she admitted defeat and pushed the blame.
"We didn't check if there's anything wrong with the consignment. We're willing to compensate the victims and pay a fine to the Supernatural Organization."
The old woman lowered her stance. She first said that the problem was on them, but their problem was relatively minor, and they were also the victims. Moreover, they had a good attitude in admitting their mistakes. She couldn't possibly crush this old woman to death.
"You can contact the victim yourself," Chen Zhao said calmly. "I'll give you the victim's contact information. As for the fine, the Supernatural Organization doesn't need it. Bring Rouen Faxburn to the Supernatural Organization's headquarters."
Chen Zhao wasn't worried that the old woman didn't have money. This seemed like an old magic shop, but its sales weren't low.
At least, the people of the organization spent more than a hundred thousand dollars here every month.
Chen Zhao estimated that this shop's monthly turnover could be more than two million.
Even the compensation for the victims, Sherra and Sean, might not be enough to make the old woman pay.
The old woman frowned. Money was a small matter.
Just as Chen Zhao had guessed, she had money.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was a billionaire.
She could accept hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars.
But it would be troublesome for her to capture Rouen Faxburn.
Rouen Faxi had caused trouble everywhere for many years and still hadn't been caught.
One didn't even need to think to know how powerful he was.
How much money would she have to spend to capture him?
"Sir, there's only me and Weier in this shop. Do you think we have the ability to catch Rouen Faxibon?"
"If you can't, you can find someone else."
This shop had been open for almost a hundred years. Chen Zhao believed that the old woman's connections weren't just limited to the two people in the shop.
The old woman probably knew more people from the spiritual world than all the people in the Supernatural Organization combined.
If she was willing to spend money, it was more than enough to capture an alchemist.
Moreover, this matter was originally her fault, so she also had the obligation to do so.
Of course, the old woman considered this problem. She was willing to pay.
But she didn't want to get involved.
She was doing business. How could she find someone to capture an alchemist?
And it wasn't an ordinary alchemist.
Just then, a middle-aged man with messy hair walked in.
"Hello, Ms. Weier, Ms. Mephisto. I'm here to collect the payment."
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