West finally managed to calm Chen Zhao down.
For this, he even activated Quick Thinking and tried everything he could to persuade Chen Zhao.
After making a bunch of unreliable promises, Chen Zhao reluctantly accepted.
The car stopped before an abandoned two-story red brick house. There was a puddle of black water in front of the door.
Chen Zhao got out of the car. When he'd first arrived in America, he'd also thought about finding a place like this to stay.
However, looking at the building now, it was so unsightly.
"Is it really here?"
"Yes." West turned his head.
There was a metal staircase on the side. They followed it to the second floor.
On the second floor, there were individual rooms separated by artificial fiberboard, and the interior decoration was extremely simple.
No, more accurately, there were no decorations at all.
Okay, it was still clean.
This was probably the only good thing about the place.
West brought Chen Zhao to the largest room, the meeting room.
It was a bit crude, but it had everything that should be there.
There was a long desk, a dozen chairs, and an old-fashioned light projector.
There were ten people in the room. Other than Baliya, Bill, Moore, Morid, and Jollinash, there were five more.
However, these ten people didn't seem to be in high spirits. They were either whispering to each other or playing with their mobile phones.
"Cough, cough …" West coughed, but no one bothered with him.
"Quiet, everyone," West shouted again.
"Look at my eyes." Chen Zhao suddenly pointed at his forehead.
Everyone looked at Chen Zhao, confused.
The next moment, they felt hot. Their surroundings started burning and collapsing. The sky turned blood-red.
"Ah!"
"What happened?"
"Where is this? Where are we? "
Baliya ran a few steps in fright, but the next moment, she saw the ground in front of her collapse. Below was scorching lava.
A terrifying heat wave rushed at her. If she took one more step, she would fall.
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur.
"Illusion, it's an illusion …"
Of course it was an illusion. It was the knell of Hell.
It was very effective against people with lower magic power than Chen Zhao.
It couldn't cause any actual damage, but it was still very effective.
Apart from hurting people by accident, West grabbed Chen Zhao's hands tightly.
"Guild Leader, if this is an illusion, please help me dispel it. I can't stand this feeling."
"I can't. I haven't learned how to do it yet," Chen Zhao said. "Okay, my first meeting after becoming president starts now."
Chen Zhao held onto the table. It was still too much to use Hell's Knell on so many people at once.
However, since he was acting cool, he had to finish it even if he had to lean against the wall.
"If anyone wants to stay in this environment forever, you can tell me in advance. I will arrange a permanent package for them."
Chen Zhao knocked on the table. "Quiet, quiet. Do you really want the permanent package?"
The ten people in the conference hall finally quieted down, even though they knew it was magic.
But in the face of such an apocalyptic scene, no matter how calm one was, one would still feel fear.
"Those five don't need to introduce themselves. The other five, please introduce yourselves."
"Chairman, I'm the treasurer, Worcester." A bald uncle stood up. His forehead was covered in sweat.
"I'm the warehouse supervisor and maintenance worker, Patilu."
"A weapons expert, Jolag."
"Strategic logistics manager, Engelite."
"Security guard, Ados … Also, I'm the only normal person here. Chairman, can you dispel the spell for me? I have a feeling I need to change my pants."
"No, sit down." Chen Zhao pressed his hand down.
Dispelling Hell's Knell consumed magic.
Chen Zhao was rather tired now, so he'd wait until he recovered his magic before dispelling the spell.
Since he was here to show his strength, he'd leave a deeper impression.
The ten members of the Supernatural Organization were almost driven crazy by Chen Zhao's torture.
Who would cast an illusion like this on them as soon as they arrived?
Moreover, it was an illusion that was so good that they almost thought that it was real.
"Worcester, report how much money we have left."
"Twenty-three thousand dollars."
"Isn't there still twenty-three thousand? Why didn't you rent a better office? "
"Chairman, we haven't gotten our salary for this month."
Chen Zhao was speechless. "When will the next payment come?"
"Chairman, if we can't deal with the evil spirit in Mapleville, we'll never get the funds."
"Which department is in charge of our funds? Go release a few evil spirits for their director and let them feel the meaning of our existence. "
"…"
"Anti-Terrorism Security Department."
"Whatever, pretend I didn't say anything," Chen Zhao said. "Let's talk about conquering the evil spirits in Mapleville first. Someone tell me the results of the previous expeditions."
"Failure, failure, failure … still failure."
"Then do you have any data on the exact number and strength of the evil spirits in that community?"
"No …"
"What do you mean no? Haven't you done many expeditions? "
"Yeah, apart from killing a few evil spirits at the edge, there were no other results. There are still a lot of evil spirits inside. Every time we try to go deeper, we'll be attacked even more fiercely," West said. "That's right. You're right.
"Now, make a plan for the expeditions," Chen Zhao said.
"Huh?"
"Huh my ass. If you're not willing, then forget it. I'm the chairman for nothing anyway."
"Uh … Chairman, what about you?"
"I'll cooperate," Chen Zhao said. "But don't think about making me do everything alone. I'm the chairman, after all. Also, Worcester, give me the financial report. I need to check it."
"Huh what?" Chen Zhao looked at Worcester.
Worcester lowered his head. "Oh."
"Okay, dismissed." Chen Zhao patted the table. "Also, look at my eyes."
Whoosh —
Everyone's Hell Knell was finally gone.
Everyone collapsed on the table, their bodies drenched in sweat.
"Chairman, I'm old. I can't take this," Bill complained.
"My body and mind are severely injured."
Of all the people, only Jollinash was able to keep her cool.
The mental fortitude of the others was abnormally poor.
Hell Knell wasn't omnipotent. Usually, as long as one was mentally strong and knew a bit about supernatural things, they wouldn't be as shocked as them.
Whatever, they'd see how things went.
If they really couldn't do it anymore, they'd just run like the previous few chairmen.
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