Sabonis and Rashid reluctantly agreed to the deal.
It was risky, but they were still tempted.
Even if it was only ten thousand dollars, it was a huge sum for them.
At first, they'd heard Chen Zhao mention the White Spear Society.
They'd thought that Chen Zhao was from Satanism and thought that they were from the White Spear Society.
That was why they'd been so terrified.
After confirming that Chen Zhao wasn't from Satanism.
They heaved a sigh of relief.
However, they didn't dare to fool Chen Zhao.
They didn't dare to fool Chen Zhao.
Night —
Fan Gannon enjoyed the darkness.
In the past, he'd always respected justice and followed fairness.
In the past, he advocated justice and followed fairness.
He'd almost lost his life. Then a demon came to him.
He'd almost lost his life. Then a demon came to him.
He'd asked if he'd sold his soul to the demon.
He didn't want to die. He was afraid of death.
So he'd accepted the deal.
He'd sold his soul to the demon.
Of course, the demon had given him a second life.
He'd been saved. Then, his career kept rising.
From an ordinary cop, he'd become the chief of the New Orleans Police Department in a short time.
Whenever he had competitors, they'd create all sorts of scandals.
Or they'd get some weird disease.
He'd started to enjoy it.
It was as if his past pursuits were ridiculous.
Thirty years had passed.
He'd gotten old.
But he was still full of energy. He was even stronger than thirty years ago.
Just then, Fan Gannon heard heavy footsteps.
Fan Gannon jumped up from his chair. At the same time, he found the gun in the drawer.
He'd divorced long ago. He was the only one at home.
There wouldn't be a second person.
Who was it?
Was it a thief?
Fan Gannon looked at the door calmly.
The footsteps got closer and closer.
It suddenly stopped outside the door.
Fan Gannon took a deep breath.
As long as the person opened the door, he could shoot immediately.
He had every reason and every right to shoot.
But the door didn't open.
It was completely silent outside.
Suddenly, Fan Gannon felt something on his shoulder.
A hand was on Fan Gannon's shoulder.
"Hello, Mr. Chief."
Fan Gannon raised his arm and pointed the gun at the back of his shoulder.
But before he could shoot, his hand and gun were crushed at the same time.
Wuuuu —
Fan Gannon wanted to scream, but his mouth was covered.
"Shh —" Chen Zhao shushed them. "Don't disturb the neighbors' sleep."
If it was somewhere else, he wouldn't care if they shot him.
But this was a residential area, and it was night time.
The sound of a gunshot was very loud.
Chen Zhao closed the curtains. The room instantly became pitch-black.
"Who are you?" Fan Gannon was pushed to the ground, and he looked at the figure in the dark in fear.
"Can you tell me how you contact Satanism?" Chen Zhao asked.
"What Satanism?"
"It seems like you don't want to talk. It's okay, I will find a way to make you talk."
Van Gannon soon gave in.
It was true that he sold his soul to the devil.
But he didn't have an iron will.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have abandoned his faith in the face of death.
However, to his disappointment, Fan Gannon could not provide him with any clues.
Although he was working for the Church of Satan.
But he didn't even know about the existence of Satanism.
He simply thought that he had sold his soul to the devil.
In reality, this was just a small trick of the Church of Satan.
Even Chen Zhao could do better than the Church of Satan.
Not to mention the devil, Chen Zhao could even disguise himself as an emperor.
Chen Zhao didn't plan on letting the police chief off.
The next day, Fan Gannon's body was found in his home.
Chen Zhao had even left a bloody word: Revenge.
Since the White Spear Society was destroyed by the Church of Satan.
Then Chen Zhao would disguise himself as the White Spear Society and take revenge on the Church of Satan.
Of course, as expected, the murder caused a stir in the entire city.
…
Sabonis and Rachid had already seen the news.
They glanced at each other but didn't speak.
As expected, he had attacked Mr. Fan Gannon.
And he had purposely made a big deal out of it.
He probably wanted to attract the attention of the Church of Satan.
Both of them felt that Chen Zhao's actions were too risky.
After all, it was the Church of Satan!
Chen Zhao was just one person.
In their eyes, no matter how powerful a person was, he couldn't defeat the Church of Satan.
Of course, they wouldn't try to persuade him.
They had only met by chance. They weren't even friends.
They could only say that they weren't enemies.
Soon, they received a piece of information.
"Mr. Chen, we found out something."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"We found a place that seems to be a gathering place for the Church of Satan, but there seems to be a lot of people there."
"How many people?"
"More than 20."
"Send me your bank account numbers."
…
"Portia, transfer $300,000 to this account."
Portia was already used to Chen Zhao's wasteful spending.
Chen Zhao had disappeared for the entire night. She didn't know where he went.
Anyway, she felt that her boss was becoming more and more mysterious.
Chen Zhao would never explain anything to her.
"Oh, call Sam and Vikari over."
"Sir, why did you call us?"
In the past two days, Chen Zhao didn't ask them to monitor the two places.
They felt that they might soon return to the state of unemployment in the past.
This disappointed them.
But they also felt helpless.
They knew that this day would come sooner or later.
"Here's $20,000." Chen Zhao tossed two stacks of cash on the table. "You've been working for me these days. I'm not satisfied with the results, but I promised to pay you."
"Sir … Err … I … I want to continue working for you." Sam and Vikari didn't take the $20,000.
"There's nothing you can help me with." Chen Zhao rejected their request directly. "Take the $20,000 and find a proper job. I hope that I won't see you in prison the next time I come to New Orleans."
$20,000 wasn't a lot, but it wasn't a small amount either.
If they were really willing to turn over a new leaf, $20,000 was enough as capital.
Of course, Chen Zhao had already done his best.
He didn't have a deep relationship with them.
Giving them a little bit of capital was only because they had helped him with something.
Plus, Chen Zhao felt that they weren't bad people.
Of course, just because they weren't bad didn't mean that they would turn over a new leaf.
Perhaps they would come back and spend all the money, and go on with their wayfaring.
"Sir, we won't disappoint you. I hope you can come to New Orleans again."
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