"You're all not willing?" Chen Zhao looked at everyone.
"President, you should understand me."
"You have to understand me too …"
"Me too, I'm still a kid …"
All of them had very good reasons for not being able to go.
Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone. "Since no one wants to go, then all of us will go."
"Huh?"
"All of us?"
"One person might not be able to lure all the evil spirits over. Five of us will go together. We can lure more."
"We'll die in there," Bill wailed.
"Be braver. Look at Moore. He's just a kid, but he's not scared at all. Look how calm he is." Chen Zhao pointed at the fifteen-year-old Moore.
"President … I peed my pants." Moore lowered his head, blushing. He didn't dare to look at Chen Zhao.
"President, isn't this too hard on them?" West looked at Chen Zhao.
"How about you go too?"
"I firmly support your decision."
Chen Zhao looked at Jolag. "When will it be ready?"
"As long as we have enough materials, it can be done tomorrow."
"Then let's do it tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night? Isn't that too impatient? "
"What's the rush? It's just a crappy place. We haven't gotten anything after so many expeditions. How long do you want to delay?" Chen Zhao glared at everyone and turned to leave, cursing.
Everyone in the meeting room looked at each other. None of them spoke.
"Mr. West, the chairman only knows how to talk," Worcester said unhappily. "In the end, he didn't say what he wanted to do," Worcester said. "If it were up to me, we should fight him together."
"Fight? How? Do you want to fight him? If you defeat him, then the position of Guild Leader will be yours. "
"Uh … I can't do it alone, but we can't let him ride roughshod over all of us."
"Worcester, you've been instigating conflict between us and the president these past few days. What's your goal?" Jollinash looked at Worcester coldly.
"What goal can I have? He's just an outsider. How can he tell us what to do?"
"If you're unhappy with him, you can tell him yourself. You don't need to instigate us."
"Alright, all of you shut up." West slapped the table. "Now is not the time for you to fight amongst yourselves. We're going to start the real operation tomorrow. This time, we're not just killing a few evil spirits at the edge. This time, we're going deep into Maple Leaf Community."
"I want protective gear. I won't go without it," Bill shouted.
"Me too."
"Me too."
"Jolag, prepare five protective suits for each of them."
"Mr. West, I have to prepare the protective suit and weapons. I'm too busy."
"I can stay and help Jolag," Worcester said.
…
The next afternoon, Chen Zhao went to the headquarters again.
"Are you all ready?"
"It doesn't matter if we aren't prepared. You won't let us run away," Worcester muttered.
Chen Zhao glanced at Worcester. "Oh, did you prepare the account book I asked for?"
"It's ready. I'll bring it tomorrow," Worcester said.
But in his heart, he thought, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to see it again.
"Alright, let's go," Chen Zhao called. "The earlier we get to work, the earlier we can finish."
"President, we don't have to go, right?" Worcester asked.
"Except for Ados, everyone else is going."
Ados was just a normal person, and his salary was that of a normal security guard.
So, Chen Zhao allowed him to stay at the headquarters.
But the others were spiritualists and supernatural people.
None of them received a regular salary. Now that it was time to use people, no one could retreat.
On the surface, Bill, Moore, Morid, Jollinash, and Baliya were combatants.
West, Worcester, Patilu, Jolag, and Engelite were part of the backup team.
But in reality, each of them was good at something.
The Supernatural Organization only had two or three people. It was hilarious that they had to be so detailed.
So, Chen Zhao wanted them all to go and participate in the battle.
It was like a mercenary group. They could have their own specialties, but when it was time to fight, everyone had to pick up a gun.
Everyone was unwilling, but under Chen Zhao's pressure, they could only obey.
"Guild Leader, this is the protective suit I've prepared for you. Please put it on. This protective suit has very high Magic Resistance. It's also very effective against Evil Spirits' attacks."
West fawned over Chen Zhao like a lackey.
"No need." Chen Zhao didn't like wearing this kind of protective suit.
It was tightly fastened to his body. He felt like he couldn't relax.
"But it's dangerous."
"It's just a few evil spirits. Dangerous my a * s."
"It's not just a few evil spirits …"
"Mr. West, if the president doesn't want it, why do it?" Worcester said indifferently.
Chen Zhao glanced at Worcester. This Worcester had been weird since the first day he'd arrived.
He was also in charge of finances. If he didn't have any financial problems, he'd write his name upside down.
However, in this place … his name was written backwards.
Everyone boarded one of the organization's buses. This was probably the organization's most expensive property.
Chen Zhao walked onto the bus. The bus hadn't been used for a long time. It smelled moldy and the seats were covered in a layer of dust.
The bus started moving. Everyone's heart was pounding.
They all knew how scary the evil spirit group in Maple Leaf Community was.
They also knew how risky this mission was.
West stood up and took out a bottle of water from the box in front.
"This is a mana potion. It can replenish some mana. Everyone take one and use it when you need it."
F * ck, they even have mana potions?
Why did it feel like they were going to a dungeon?
"President, this is for you. You're strong, so I prepared two for you."
"No need." Chen Zhao shook his head.
After driving for more than half an hour, Jiang Liushi's minibus stopped outside Maple Leaf Community.
"Huh? How come it's here? "
Chen Zhao was surprised.
This was Maple Leaf Community?
Wasn't this the place he'd been to twice a few days ago?
Pamela's home was here.
He'd thought it was some dangerous place, but it turned out to be such a crappy place.
He really didn't understand why the Supernatural Organization still needed to exist.
West walked up and pulled Chen Zhao. "President, we're here."
"Oh, coming." As soon as Chen Zhao got off, Worcester suddenly bumped into him. Something in his hand poured onto Chen Zhao.
"What are you doing?" Chen Zhao patted the liquid off him. It didn't smell, but it felt sticky.
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