Chen Zhao and Steven arrived outside one of his private properties.
There were about ten people in the villa.
Actually, Steven had already made a preliminary selection.
Those who were left were the ones that Steven thought were suitable.
Of course, Steven knew that he was an outsider.
He also knew that his judgment might not be accurate.
When Chen Zhao and Steven entered the villa, the first thing they heard was the hustle and bustle of men and women.
This used to be one of Steven's high-end private properties.
But now, it looked like a bar at midnight.
There was also a statue in front of the villa. Only half of it was left.
Chen Zhao and Steven's faces darkened.
After a turn, they saw a few men and women frolicking by the pool.
One of them hugged each other and started nibbling as if no one else was around.
Cough, cough —
Steven coughed.
Only then did everyone notice Steven and Chen Zhao's arrival.
But no one was willing to pay attention to Steven.
"Hi, Mr. Steven, you're here," a black guy shouted, raising his glass.
"Vincent, can you help me gather everyone here for a moment?"
"Okay, guys. Our boss is here. Come over."
Following the black man's shouts, the spiritualists came one after another.
"Why are there only eight? Where are the other two? "
"F * * k, Derricky, Beyer, come out quickly."
Just then, a man and a woman walked out of the house in disheveled clothes. The woman's face was still red.
Needless to say, they knew what they had just done.
"Guys, this is the coach I hired for you. From now on, you'll be under him."
"Oh … I thought I was the coach. Mr. Steven, I don't like people restricting me, especially when they didn't discuss it with me."
These people were already familiar with each other, so when this person spoke, the others immediately agreed.
Chen Zhao looked at the man who had spoken.
He was in his forties and had a big beard.
Chen Zhao stared at him for a while, as if thinking about something.
"What are you looking at? I'll twist your head off if you keep looking! "Big Beard stared at Chen Zhao fiercely.
"You're Chrisson Pill?" Chen Zhao asked.
Big Beard's expression changed.
"He's not Chrisson Peel. He's Li Weike." Steven thought that Chen Zhao had gotten the wrong person.
However, Chen Zhao shook his head. "He didn't get it wrong. His expression says it all."
Everyone was confused, not understanding what Chen Zhao meant.
Just then, the bearded man suddenly charged at Chen Zhao.
But in the next moment, the bearded man was sent flying.
At the same time, his neck was ripped off.
"Ah …"
Everyone looked at the corpses that were like a fountain and screamed in fright.
Even Steven stared at Chen Zhao in disbelief.
Even if he was dissatisfied with the situation here.
But it wasn't to the point of killing people.
He felt that killing was going too far.
"Chen … why are you …"
"Chrison Peel," Chen Zhao said calmly. "He's charged with four counts of first-degree murder and two counts of sexually assaulting an underage girl. He's also an extremely dangerous fire spiritualist. In the spiritual world, he's a wanted criminal that can be killed on sight. There's no need for any warning."
At the same time, he threw the head and the body into the swimming pool.
At this time, everyone finally stopped laughing.
They all looked at him nervously.
Clearly, Chen Zhao was different from them.
None of them had actually killed someone before.
But Chen Zhao had killed someone right in front of them expressionlessly.
And in such a cruel way.
"Steven, next time when you choose people, you better investigate everyone's identity first."
Steven gulped, but he quickly calmed down.
He knew that Chen Zhao was like a police officer in the spiritual world.
So, he trusted Chen Zhao a lot.
It was just that the scene just now made him feel uncomfortable.
"You, you, you, and you. The four of you, come out."
The four people Chen Zhao had pointed out stood out, trembling.
Chen Zhao took out his wallet and stuffed a thousand dollars into one of their hands.
"Split the money among the four of you. Then pack up and scram."
"Chen, I chose them carefully," Steven said immediately. "I've seen their spells. They're very powerful."
"Mr. Steven, are you sure you want to interfere with my decision?"
"Uh … Fine, you call the shots here."
Chen Zhao nodded and continued, "You, come out."
Chen Zhao pointed at the black man, Vincent.
Vincent stood out.
"Hit me with your strongest spell."
"Sir … are … are you sure?"
"Hurry up."
Vincent took a few steps back. His palms started turning black.
"Ha!" A beam of black light shot out of Vincent's palms.
Steven almost fell to the ground in fear.
He'd seen Vincent use this move before.
He'd blasted a hole in a wall.
So, he was afraid of seeing a tragedy.
But the result he feared didn't happen.
Chen Zhao stood where he was, unharmed.
The black light didn't even touch Chen Zhao.
"Okay, go stand over there," Chen Zhao said. "You, come out."
Chen Zhao started calling out the remaining people one by one.
There were ten people in total. At the start, Chen Zhao broke one's neck.
Then, another four scrammed.
Vincent, the black boy, was the only one left standing among the remaining five.
The other four stood in a group.
"Give the four of them ten thousand dollars each," Chen Zhao said. "Then you can scram."
"What? Why? "
"You can't do this. Your test isn't accurate at all."
The four started complaining.
They'd clearly forgotten that Chen Zhao had just killed someone.
They couldn't help it. Steven had treated them too well.
They didn't want to leave at all.
"Chen, isn't it bad to leave only one person?" Steven couldn't help but ask. "Why don't you reconsider?"
"Actually, according to my standards, this kid should leave too, but he has potential, so he'll stay for now. As for the four of them, they don't have potential or strength. Are you sure you want to keep them?"
"Fine." Steven shrugged.
Chen Zhao didn't care about their complaints. His expression darkened, scaring the four away.
"Chen, what about the rest?"
"Hire again. What else can we do?"
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. He didn't know where Steven got his confidence from.
He actually thought that his judgment was good enough.
He didn't even know what the selection criteria were.
To think that he could actually choose ten people so well.
In the end, none of them were useful.
The other was an extremely vicious wanted criminal.
The other four were complete hooligans. They'd probably have kidney failure after casting two spells.
So, Chen Zhao gave them a thousand dollars and told them to scram.
The other four weren't strong, but they had some ability in the spiritual world.
But they were worthless. They were all over 35 years old and had no potential.
The remaining black guy, Vincent, wasn't strong, but he had some potential.
This was why Chen Zhao kept him.
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