F * ck, this is a foreigner's New Year's Eve dinner. Can't they stop for a while?
Looking for trouble in the middle of the night? That's enough.
Thankfully, the kids had already gone to bed.
After saying goodbye to Fali, Chen Zhao left unhurriedly.
After all, it was Christmas Eve. Chen Zhao really didn't have the mood to go out.
So, he dragged his feet when he went out.
"West, what's Black Hell? Have you heard of it? "Chen Zhao called West.
"Yeah. It only appeared a few years ago. Apparently, it's the lair of Satanism."
"Those cultists again. Don't you think there's something wrong with their brains?"
"There's really a lot of people with brains. According to a research organization, there are about five million people in America who have bad beliefs. Close to one million people believe in cults. Among them, there might be 800,000 fanatics."
"So you're saying that the people in Black Hell aren't demons or ghosts, but a bunch of people with brains?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I don't know the specifics, but it seems to be completely locked down. Some supernatural organizations sent people there and then there's no news of them."
"So troublesome." Chen Zhao had a headache.
"President, it seems like you're going to find trouble with Black Hell."
"Didn't I just arrange for that Totty Belster to go undercover? Now that he has received this mission, if I don't care about him, he probably won't be able to come back. No matter what, he is someone I arranged. I can't just watch him die."
"Do you want us to do it for you?"
"Forget it. You can celebrate the New Year in peace."
To foreigners, it was the biggest holiday of the year.
Chen Zhao wasn't that important.
After all, he was a Chinese.
The Spring Festival was the biggest holiday for Chinese.
However, it was important to spend time with family.
This was why Chen Zhao was unhappy.
Chen Zhao sped on the road in his sports car.
Fine, racing was illegal and dangerous to the public.
However, Chen Zhao had an even more violent method. He could just fly.
But Chen Zhao wanted to stall for time.
There was no one on the streets.
There were no cars either. After all, it was Christmas Eve.
Chen Zhao drove as fast as he could.
With Chen Zhao's reaction speed and Little World's ability to predict the road ahead,
Therefore, there was no possibility of a car suddenly appearing out of nowhere and causing the car to crash and people to die.
However, when he drove out of the city, he saw someone walking on the side of the road.
And it was someone he knew.
To be precise, he had met her once.
After a series of roars, the sports car stopped by the roadside.
"Hi, Miss Lindsay."
Lindsay Beyoncé was not happy at the moment.
When he saw Chen Zhao, his expression became even more displeased.
After all, he had promised to teach Chen Zhao and West a lesson last time.
In the end, he was one-sidedly abused by West.
"F * ck off, or I'll beat you up," Lynd Beyonce said unhappily.
Chen Zhao looked at the unhappy Lindsay Beyoncé, but he didn't seem to care at all.
"Is there something you're unhappy about? Tell me and make me happy."
"Are you really looking for a beating?"
"Where are you going? Can I give you a ride? "
"You want to fuck me?"
Chen Zhao's face darkened. Even if I want to f * ck you, now is not the time.
This young master still has business to attend to …
However, Chen Zhao clearly wasn't in a hurry for business.
Chen Zhao studied Lynd Beyoncé from head to toe.
Her figure and face were worlds apart from Fali. She didn't even know how to dress up. Plus, she was dirty after fooling around. She looked like a tramp. I want to f * ck you?
What gave you the confidence?
Sensing Chen Zhao's malicious and disdainful gaze, Lynd Beyoncé was even more displeased.
She'd already offended him once. She didn't mind doing it again.
"Leave the car. I'll drive it for a few days and return it to you."
With that, Lynd Beyoncé reached out to grab Chen Zhao, wanting to throw him down.
But before Lynd Beyoncé could translate, she felt the world spin and was thrown to the side of the road.
Lynd Beyoncé was dazed. She sat on the ground, clutching her head. It took her a while to recover.
"You're a spiritualist too?"
"West, who beat you up that day, is my subordinate. Why do you think I'm not?" Chen Zhao asked, amused.
Lynd Beyoncé only wanted to find a hole to hide in now.
This was too shameful, too shameful.
She'd thought that Chen Zhao was rich and that West had been recruited because of his money.
But things were different from what she'd imagined.
"It's so late and you're still wandering on the road. It's Christmas Eve, right?"
"It's none of your business." Lynd Beyoncé stood up and patted the dust off her body.
She didn't want to waste time with Chen Zhao anymore.
The exchange just now had made her realize that she definitely couldn't beat Chen Zhao.
"Did your uncle kick you out?" Chen Zhao asked.
Lynd Beyoncé paused. "I left on my own. It's none of his business."
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Chen Zhao's car followed Lynd Beyoncé slowly.
"Don't follow me. You're annoying," Lynd Beyoncé said. She was about to leave the road and walk toward the wasteland.
But her legs seemed to be stuck in a swamp. She couldn't walk out no matter what.
"What happened? Damn it. Put away your disgusting spell. "
"If you don't tell me, you can't go anywhere."
Lynd Beyoncé wanted to continue resisting, but she still couldn't move.
A black liquid flowed under her feet. It was extremely sticky.
"Fine, I ran away from home," Lynd Beyoncé said dejectedly.
"You're an adult. Are you going to live on the streets after running away from home?"
"I have a plan."
"What plan? Tell me. "
"I received an invitation from a supernatural organization."
Invitation? Probably a psionic team.
"Did you join?"
"No. When they sent me the invitation, they talked a lot about how they needed me to join them. But when I arrived, some bastard said that not everyone could join them and that I had to go through a test. After the test, he said that I was too weak to join them. Don't you think they were messing with me?"
"What's your plan now?"
"Plan?" Lynd Beyoncé was very conflicted.
Go back and apologize to her uncle?
How old was he? This was too shameful.
But if she didn't go back, would she just live on the streets?
It was Christmas Eve … Did she have to be so miserable?
"I have high hopes for you. How about joining our organization?"
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