Hipo came out.
However, he was behind an even taller demon.
The demon was as tall as a two-story building and emanated a terrifying aura.
"What are you screaming for? Do you know where this is? "Zofee said angrily.
"Come here and kneel before His Lordship!" Hippo scolded.
"Greetings, Lord. That man is stealing. He's stealing Lord's spoils of war."
"Stealing? You're saying he's stealing? "Zofee looked at Chen Zhao.
"Hi, lord."
"Human, when did you come?" Beelzebub Zofee asked.
"Lord, the living person was summoned by the lord's wife," Hipo said.
"Your wife said they're mine," Chen Zhao said. "How come it sounds like I'm stealing to him?"
Zofee looked down at Carlo. Carlo was so scared that he almost peed his pants.
What's going on? Are they familiar?
It doesn't sound like they're just familiar.
Their tones were like friends greeting each other.
"These are the ones I prepared for you," Zofee said. "If you want to choose, bring them back to the human world."
"There are too many things," Chen Zhao said. "I want to find a few for my friends in the human world."
"Living person," Hipo said. "This is the person I found for you. He's a human soul that can speak Spanish … But he seems to have offended you. I'll crush his soul now and help you find another one."
Carlo immediately understood that Chen Zhao was going to translate the diary.
Hipo wanted someone who could speak Spanish to help Chen Zhao find someone to translate the diary.
Carlo immediately understood. Chen Zhao could get the lord's guard to help him find someone.
This meant that Chen Zhao and the demon lord weren't close.
Also, from what Hipo had said, Chen Zhao wasn't dead.
He'd been summoned to Hell by the lord's wife.
Their relationship was even more complicated.
As for Doronte and Nebaur, they were scared out of their wits.
They'd even forgotten their injuries. They'd wanted to suck up to Carlo.
But now, they realized that the real iron plate was the person they'd provoked.
They're dead. They're dead.
Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes at Carlo.
Carlo hurriedly knelt before Chen Zhao. "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Please forgive me. I'll translate the diary for you without missing a single word. No, I'll translate it into Chinese."
Chen Zhao thought about it. Carlo was definitely very knowledgeable.
Moreover, he knew Chinese. If he translated it into English, there might be some parts that he couldn't understand.
However, if he could translate it into Chinese, he would be able to understand it better.
"Whatever," Chen Zhao said. "I'll take him."
As if he had just been pardoned, Carlo felt like he was going to collapse.
"What are they doing?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I don't know him." Carlo turned his head away.
"Carlo, you bastard … We're working for you. How can you abandon us?" Doronte and Nebaur struggled to get up and roared at Carlo.
Chen Zhao gained a new understanding of Carlo's selfish side.
He had disliked Carol, and he disliked her even more now.
The two of them had been ordered by Carlo to attack him. Now, however, they had been abandoned by Carlo.
"You two, come here," Chen Zhao said.
Doronte and Nebaur walked up to Chen Zhao.
"What did you do when you were alive?"
"Sir, I'm a bus driver," Doronte said.
"Then why are you in Hell?"
"To beat my wife."
"Kill him." Chen Zhao kicked Doronte over.
"Ah …" Hipo walked up and crushed Doronte to death. He didn't waste any time.
"I hate men who beat their wives." Chen Zhao looked at Nebaur. "What about you?"
"I didn't beat my wife … I'm not even married," Nebaur said hurriedly. "I'm just … just a gangster."
Nebaur wasn't sure if Chen Zhao would kill him because of this.
"What business do you do?"
"I collect protection fees …" Nebaur stuttered.
"What else?"
Gangsters nowadays only collected protection fees. Who were they kidding?
This wasn't the 80s or 90s. No one would pay protection fees now.
"I … I also sell some firearms," Nebaur said, lowering his head.
Chen Zhao rubbed his chin. "Where are you from?"
"Australia."
"Is there a way to get firearms in America?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Sir, you want to buy firearms?"
"Yes."
"Yes, of course. Actually, my source comes from America."
"Okay, come back to the human world with me," Chen Zhao said.
"Huh? Back to the human world? "
"What? You don't want to? Then you can stay in Hell. "
"Yes, I want to go back to the human world."
Even an idiot would know what choice he should make.
If he stayed in this demon-filled Hell, he could be eaten at any time.
He might be enslaved by Chen Zhao, but at least Chen Zhao was a human.
"Mr. Chen … then I …"
"Translate it for me first. If you get one word wrong, I'll crush you and then put you back together."
Chen Zhao didn't like Carol. In fact, he hated her.
So, he couldn't keep Carol by his side.
"Human, I have something for you," Beelzebub Zofee said.
"What?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.
Beelzebub Zofee took out a box. There were a few gold coins inside.
Chen Zhao's pupils constricted. "Substitute Coin?!"
Chen Zhao remembered very clearly how useful and valuable the Substitute Gold Coin was.
"There's only one in here," Zofee said. "But it's useless to you now."
"Why?"
"It can only be used on weak individuals. You're very powerful now, so it can't be used on you."
Alright, if he couldn't use it, then so be it.
But even if he couldn't use it, he could give it to Fali.
"What are the other three?"
"Lucky Coin," Zofee said.
"Can I bring good luck if I put the coin on me?"
"No, when you need good luck, drip a drop of blood on the gold coin, and then the gold coin will bring you a certain amount of good luck in a certain aspect, and this is something that you can do on your own. If it's something you can't do, the lucky gold coin won't help you achieve it."
"This is more useful to you, right?" Chen Zhao asked.
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