The man beside Domilon clenched his fists.
It seemed like he could attack at any moment.
Chen Zhao wasn't as tall as Domilon, but his gaze was condescending.
"Before you attack, you better know who my boss is," West said. "Even your higher-ups don't dare to look at my boss like that, kid! Even if I threw your head in front of your house, the higher-ups in your family wouldn't dare to fart, "West said.
West looked at Domilon. "I have to say that you rejected us and chose the worst."
The only team that could compete with the Supernatural Organization in Los Angeles was undoubtedly the Psionic Team.
Chen Zhao didn't attack because Domilon was just a small fry in the Psionic Team.
He probably hadn't joined for long, or else he would have recognized Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao hadn't been to the Psionic Team's headquarters for long.
It hadn't even been a month.
This meant that the man before him and Domilon had joined the team less than a month ago.
Of course, Domilon understood what West meant.
He'd thought that he'd made a good choice.
At least the Psionic Team had given him a lot of research support.
In particular, the few requests that he had made were satisfied to a certain extent.
But what people feared the most was a comparison between people.
His teammate, who'd supported him before, suddenly became taciturn.
It was as if he'd been scared by him.
That was the truth, because Therma suddenly remembered something.
When he'd joined the Psionic Team, the older generation had given him a warning.
In Los Angeles, the Psionic Team had an old enemy.
And the boss of this enemy was an Asian.
He was a terrifyingly strong enemy that made one's hair stand on end.
Therma felt like he'd hit the jackpot.
No, it wasn't a feeling. He'd really hit the jackpot.
Without surprise, the boy chose Rouon Faxben.
He was at an age where he could understand things.
The magic rings he'd made weren't really spent on his girlfriend.
He was just making money for his family.
It was a practical problem.
He'd follow whoever could make him rich.
He'd follow whoever could make him a millionaire.
It had nothing to do with good or evil, loyalty, or anything like that.
He didn't even know Rouon Faxben.
He was only attracted by Chen Zhao's words.
Even if Therma and Domiron gave him 99% of the profits, if the actual price of the sale was only a few hundred dollars, why didn't he go with Rouen Fassbender? Perhaps he could only get 10% of the profits, but a low rate of return would give him a higher return.
It was like one was selling luxury goods while the other was selling daily necessities.
Could the profits of daily necessities compare to the profits of luxury goods?
…
"Kid, you haven't introduced yourself yet."
In the car, Rouen Faxiben said.
"Since you've come to my door, don't tell me you haven't investigated my identity? At least my name shouldn't be a secret. "
"You're the disciple I've chosen. Behind you are my boss and my superiors. You should at least tell them your name instead of letting your teacher introduce you."
The boy in the passenger seat looked back at Chen Zhao and West.
"Greetings, sirs. I'm Taemika."
"Hi, you can call me president or Chen."
"What organization are we? Righteous? Or evil? "
"Actually, we're half a government department," West said. "There's no such thing as righteous or evil. You just have to remember that we have law enforcement rights in California."
"Then can I teach those b * stards in school a lesson without worrying about being taken away by the police?"
"No, you can't. Also, even if you join the Supernatural Organization, you'll only be a technical support. Fighting has nothing to do with you."
"How long do I need to study to earn money?"
"If it's just a basic salary," West said. "But if you really want to earn money, you need to study with Faxben for at least three years."
"Basic salary?" "How much?"
"It's probably higher than your father's income."
"Really? My father's income isn't low, "Taemika said excitedly.
Actually, his father was a high-risk firefighter, so his income wasn't low.
The average firefighter in Los Angeles earned more than $60,000 a year.
However, Taemika's mother was sick, so more than half of his family's income was used to pay for his mother's treatment.
His mother was also pregnant.
In four months, he would have a sister.
But this also meant that his family would have another mouth to feed.
At the same time, his father's promised family vacation plan at the end of the year would be ruined.
This was how Americans spent money. Most families didn't have more than $1,000 in savings.
"But I'm still in school …" Taemika looked at his teacher, troubled. "I don't really care about school, but I can't tell my parents that I'm going to learn magic and that I'm quitting school, right?"
"Don't worry. Soon, you'll be transferred to another school. It's already been arranged. You can just report to the headquarters every day. As for your grades and attendance, they'll be reported to your parents regularly. In their eyes, you're still the good kid who goes to school on time."
"But … Are you sure you won't be exposed?"
"You should be in school now. Since we met here, it means that this isn't your first time skipping school."
Taemika scratched his head awkwardly. "Err … Can I get my salary in advance? I want … "
"Yes, this is your bank card. Your salary will be directly deposited into this card. But once you accept this card, it means that our relationship is established. If you break the promise, your misdeeds since young will be shown to your parents, including you being caught peeking at a girl's underwear, the teacher asking you to look for your parents, and the fact that you hired a father," Rouen Faxben said sternly.
Taemika shuddered. He felt like he'd fallen into a wolf's den.
"Is it too late for me to back out now?"
"Then your parents will receive this gift tonight."
Taemika might only be 14, but he matured early.
People said that children of the poor matured early. Taemika was an example.
"Also, your mother's illness isn't difficult to treat. Modern medicine can't solve it, but magic can," Rouen Faxben said.
"Really? Can I? "
"Of course, but you have to wait until she gives birth. Also, you can use this time to study potions. Although I'm not an expert in potions, I still have many related books. Our chairman is also a top medical expert. You can ask him for advice."
"No, don't look for me. I don't have much time."
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