"Beverly Hills. Looks like you have a big client this time. Good luck, bro."
"Is this the best place for humans? It looks normal. Why isn't there a grave? Won't it be troublesome if people like this die? "Blackie floated beside Chen Zhao." I thought the most luxurious place for humans would have a cemetery. "
"If only that river could be replaced with flowing lava," Beelzebub said.
"That's right. The smell of sulfur in the air would be stronger. If there were some poisonous blood thorns on the sides, it would be perfect."
"Why are you three here? Did you steal my car again? "Chen Zhao stared at the three All-Mouthy Kings with a dark expression.
"We heard that you're going to the most luxurious place for humans, so we came to take a look … But I'm so disappointed."
Chen Zhao looked at the three demons, speechless. "Don't use your demon mindset to think about human habits. Hearing your imagination of your ideal home, I get goosebumps."
Listening to their understanding of home, unless the developer built a manor next to the crater of a volcano and then built a cemetery, that would be able to meet their needs.
The manor that Chen Zhao's client was staying in was surrounded by large patches of greenery and flowers. The road was paved with cobblestones. The other side of the cobblestone road led to a private beach. It was a high-quality beach.
Chen Zhao was brought into the manor and met his client.
It was an old man with grizzled hair. He wore simple clothes and held a walking stick in his hand. His eyes were cloudy and his skinny body made him look like an old man with one foot in the grave.
"Sir, hello. I'm a doctor recommended by Ethan. Are you my patient?"
"Asian? That black agent is indeed unreliable. You can leave. There's no patient for you here. "
He was a typical Jewish white man. His words were full of racism.
Chen Zhao's impression of the old Jewish man instantly fell to the bottom. "Since that's the case, I'll leave now."
The old Jewish man didn't stop Chen Zhao from leaving. He still had that proud attitude.
Just then, Blackie moved to Chen Zhao's side and muttered something.
Chen Zhao suddenly stopped and turned to look at the old Jewish man. "Old man, I hope you have a quick-acting heart reliever with you when you have angina in an hour."
"Who do you think you are? I don't need a lowly human like you to treat me. What I need is a white doctor, an elite! Not a yellow-skinned wizard. "
"I'll remember what you said, old Jew. The next time we meet, you'd better prepare enough cash."
"If you don't get out of my manor, I'll have the police take you away. Get out. Every breath of air you breathe here belongs to me. And that lowly dog beside you will be taken away as well. If it dares to shit or pee here, I'll make you eat it."
Motherf * cker, I've wasted my money to come here.
Chen Zhao walked out of the manor. He didn't leave Beverly Hills immediately. Instead, he sat on a bench by the road.
"Human, let me get rid of that bastard. I'll make sure it won't be able to soften up for the next month."
"I think he'll be very willing," Chen Zhao said as he grabbed Raymond's slender neck. "Plus, he won't be able to live past today. You still want him to have some fun at the last minute? I really wonder if you're on my side."
Blackie had already said that the old Jewish man wouldn't live past today. The cause of his death was a heart attack.
But even without the heart attack, he wouldn't be able to live past three days. His body was completely deteriorating and he hadn't eaten for two days.
This was also why he'd gone to the doctor. His anorexia made him lose his appetite for any food.
…
Rasfa was furious. A lowly yellow-skinned monkey had come to be his doctor.
As a white supremacist racist, Rasfa ostracized everyone except those with white skin.
He allowed people of color to do lowly jobs, but he couldn't accept being a doctor.
In his opinion, being a doctor was something only elite white people could do, not other colored people.
Thinking of this, Rasfa became even more agitated. He felt his heart beating faster and his breathing becoming difficult.
Nevertheless, Rasfa still tried his best to maintain his breathing. The tightness in his chest gradually subsided.
Nevertheless, Rasfa was still angry. He called again and scolded the person responsible for contacting Ethan.
"Sir, what do you want to eat for dinner?"
"No need … Never mind, I'll have a steak." Rasfa thought about it. He hadn't eaten for two days. Even if he had no appetite, he had to eat something.
He'd contacted an illegal intermediary to ask for an illegal doctor because the fights in the film company were getting more and more intense. Even his health consultant had been arranged by other shareholders.
Once the other factions in the company found out about his condition, they would definitely use this as an excuse to attack him during the board meeting. This was something he couldn't allow.
At the dinner table, Rasfa looked at the fresh imported Wagyu beef. He'd hired the chef with an annual salary of $100,000. The chef's dishes had always been to his liking, but today, he really couldn't move his knife and fork.
Rasfa felt disgusted at the sight of the beef. He forced himself to pick up the knife and fork, but before he could cut a piece, he suddenly felt his heart wrench.
"Quick … give me medicine … my medicine … my medicine …"
Luckily, the servant beside him had Rasfa's usual medicine with him. He hurriedly fed it to Rasfa.
Only then did the pain in Rasfa's heart slowly lessen. Every time he got sick, he felt like he'd taken a trip to hell.
The older one gets, the more afraid they are of death. Rasfa leaned back in his chair.
"Sir, are you better now?"
Rasfa's expression was unreadable. He recalled the yellow-skinned monkey's words and looked at the time.
One hour. It was exactly one hour!
How could that yellow-skinned monkey have such good eyesight?
He could control the time so precisely that he'd get sick in an hour?
Rasfa was in disbelief. "Make the call. I want to see that Asian doctor."
The servant glanced at Rasfa. He'd said those harsh words in front of the doctor and now he wanted the doctor back. It would be strange if the doctor was willing.
However, as the servant, he still made the call according to Rasfa's request.
He first transferred the call to the phone of the person responsible for contacting him. Then, the person transferred the call to the illegal intermediary, Ethan's phone. Finally, the message was sent to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao hadn't left. He'd been in Beverly Hills the whole time. He'd been waiting for this message.
He'd paid more than a hundred dollars for the ride. He wouldn't make a loss.
"Ethan, tell that old thing to prepare a hundred thousand dollars or a coffin."
"Chen, why? He's a big client. If you can build a good relationship with him, it'll be easy for you to meet more rich people."
"He's a white supremacist racist. I don't think I can maintain a good relationship with him. I don't plan to either. A hundred thousand dollars is compensation for humiliating me in front of him. Tell him that if I don't see the money, he can just wait to die."
"Okay, I'll pass the message to him."
Ethan was helpless too. However, if it was a hundred thousand dollars, he could get twenty thousand. He was very happy to accept this price.
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