Portia was speechless about Chen Zhao's lifestyle.
Chen Zhao spent most of his time in the sun.
Occasionally, she heard that he received a call from a client and went to see them.
However, Chen Zhao had never brought her to see a client.
Nevertheless, she knew that Chen Zhao charged at least a million dollars each time.
Chen Zhao didn't care about this at all.
To Chen Zhao, these numbers that could drive Portia crazy weren't even as much as his income for a day of doing nothing.
The rest of the time, Chen Zhao basically brought his kids out to shop.
Because it was almost Christmas, Chen Zhao and his family had many things to buy.
Fali's Coastal Rescue Team's work had become easier.
Because of the cold weather, the number of tourists at Angel Beach decreased sharply.
Of course, this also reduced the number of missions for the Coastal Rescue Team.
Most people could enjoy a happy Christmas in peace.
So, Fali also went on a shopping spree.
Portia's biggest daily workload wasn't shopping with the family.
Instead, she was packing up the things they'd bought in the living room.
After lunch, Chen Zhao's family enjoyed a peaceful and satisfying time.
"Portia, has Zefra contacted you recently?" Chen Zhao asked.
"She's called me once." Portia took some time to reply. "Boss, if Zefra runs into trouble, will you help?"
"If it's convenient," Chen Zhao said. "After all, it's hard to find an assistant as excellent as her."
"Boss, don't you think it's too much to say that in front of me?"
"If you complain less during work, you'll be pretty good too."
"But as your assistant, my work is like hard labor every day."
"But Zefra never complains."
"She's an assassin. She might be thinking about how to kill you."
Portia didn't mind making fun of Zefra's past identity at all.
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. Zefra's past career was much more noble than an assassin's.
It could even be said that she maintained world peace.
Zefra was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
On the surface, she kept everyone at arm's length, including Chen Zhao. She was only slightly nicer to Portia.
But in reality, Zefra was a person filled with a sense of justice.
Moreover, Zefra was very attentive.
She had a completely different personality from the bulky Portia.
Of course, this was also related to Fervora's past career.
As a dragon slayer, if one was not careful and patient enough, the success or failure of an operation would not be the only thing that mattered.
At the same time, he could also put himself and his teammates in danger.
…
The knocks on the door woke Morocco Bick up.
He had been on the run for a month.
Ever since he was released, he had been constantly being hunted down.
He didn't know who was chasing after him.
However, he was very clear about one thing.
If he was caught, he would be dead.
Moroco Bick immediately escaped from the back door of the room.
He's in the motel room.
This was also where Morocco Piccolo stayed most of the time.
But just as he walked out of the back door, he heard footsteps.
Moroco Piccolo didn't even think as he charged into the dense forest behind him.
Morocco Bick turned around and looked at the people behind him.
It was obvious that these people were members of a gang.
At that moment, Morocco Bick suddenly started to miss his life in prison.
However, he suddenly thought of what happened in Los Angeles' Seventh Prison and suddenly lost his thoughts.
Recently, horrible things had been happening in Seventh Prison.
Morocco Bick didn't know who was chasing after him.
He had offended too many people outside.
Just like that, Moroco Bick ran for his life with his chaotic thoughts.
But he was too tired. He didn't eat anything today.
Yesterday, he went to a Burger King and only ate a leftover burger.
This was the daily life of a desperate man like him.
He couldn't even compare to a homeless person.
Really, a desperate man wasn't the kind of person who could go around freely like in the movies.
Most of the desperate men were in a precarious situation and lived in constant fear.
Most of the time, they didn't even dare to go under the sun.
And Morocco Bick didn't just eat little, he didn't even have time to sleep.
In the past week, he didn't sleep more than 12 hours.
In other words, on average, he slept less than two hours a day.
Morocco Bick's stamina started to run out.
The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, but Morocco Bick's consciousness was getting blurry.
Finally, Moroco Bick felt a strong and powerful body pushing him to the ground.
It was a bearded man who was even bigger than him.
Then, Morocco Bick fainted.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the cold and wet floor.
The room was a bit empty. There was only one table, and a big bald man was sitting in front of it, wolfing down food.
Morocco Bick recognized the man.
The underground king of L.A., King Morgery of the Wild Boar.
Morocco Bick had seen Morgery before.
But Morgery had never seen him before.
Morocco Bick knew very well that he had no contact with King Morgery of the Wild Boar.
So, he didn't understand why he had been captured by this man.
Morgery stuffed a three-layered beef burger into his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed.
Then, he stood up and walked to Morocco Bick. "Damn bastard, do you know how much manpower I spent to catch you? How much time I wasted? You made me, the underground king of L.A., lose face. I actually used 23 days to catch you. "
Morocco Bick was so scared that he moved to the corner. "Mr. Morgery, I … I didn't offend you."
"I was asked by someone to do it. I promised my friend that I would let him see you in three days, but he came back from a trip abroad, and he still hasn't seen you. You've made my promise worthless," Morgery said angrily.
Morocco Bick started to worry again. Who wanted to capture him?
At this moment, the door to the room opened and a figure walked in.
Morocco Bick's terrified emotions suddenly calmed down.
Why is it him? Chen Zhao!
His former cellmate.
Chen Zhao's arrival caused Morgery to go up and give him a warm hug.
Chen Zhao and Morgery almost never contacted each other.
Chen Zhao and Morgery would only send each other a message during holidays.
In Morgery's heart, Chen Zhao was the person he trusted the most. Perhaps the only person he could trust.
He also kept a good distance. They were both silently watching each other's growth and personal development.
"Morgery, next time, greet me differently."
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