Chen Zhao finally finished eating.
He had an oppressive aura.
When he walked past, everyone could feel the suffocating pressure.
Finally, Chen Zhao stopped before Brighton.
Brighton's face was pale. "What are you doing … Do you know this is America? This is …"
Chen Zhao suddenly grabbed Brighton's neck and smashed him.
Brighton smashed into the wall and then fell to the ground.
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Chen Zhao to suddenly attack.
Brighton clutched his body in pain. He felt like his bones were going to fall apart.
Chen Zhao whistled and Obitos charged in from outside.
"Drag him out," Chen Zhao said, pointing at Brighton.
"Mr. Chen … You know Brighton? Did he offend you? "Nat looked at Chen Zhao, troubled.
"Yesterday, I went to his house to treat him. He told me to stay with him for one night, or else he'll kick me out of L.A. and sue me for burglary."
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Karim, Howard, and Kane's faces were filled with disbelief.
There was actually someone in the world who dared to make such an outrageous request from Chen Zhao.
How brave was he?
Or was he tired of living?
When they looked at Brighton again, there was no more pity.
Brighton really dared to do it.
And he was courting death.
"Ahh, help …"
Obitos dragged Brighton out.
When everyone heard the blood-curdling screams in their ears, all of them were filled with trepidation.
"Princess, come in."
When they saw Princess, they were all shocked.
Nat, Cooper, and Tris had seen Princess before. They'd also made a dress for her last time.
But this time, when he saw the princess again, he found that the princess's body was much bigger than the last time.
Their original data was completely useless.
As for the other two assistants, Gabrielle and Vivien, they were completely stunned by Princess.
Princess was even scarier than Obitos.
Karim, Howard, and Kane were the only ones who could remain calm.
The three designers and two assistant designers hurriedly measured Princess's size.
"Um … Princess … Can you stand up?"
As expected, the princess stood up immediately.
However, when the princess stood up, she was nearly four meters tall. The few of them could not reach her at all. They could only stand on the chair and measure her height.
Just then, Samuel refused to accept it.
He felt that he was the most important person in the family.
Meow meow —
Chen Zhao was speechless. "Uh … Design a dress for my cat too."
"Ah?"
"He wants it too," Chen Zhao repeated, pointing at Samuel.
Alright, you're the boss.
You can say whatever you want.
If they didn't agree, they might be dragged out by Obitos too.
After working for a long time, it was finally done.
"Mr. Chen, we might come back in two days to give the princess … and it a try."
"Okay, give me a call before you come. I'm not home all the time."
"We understand."
"That … Brighton … he …"
"I haven't vented my anger yet. What, do any of you want to persuade me?" Chen Zhao glanced at Nat and the others.
"No, no."
"He deserves it."
It was obvious that they could not persuade Chen Zhao now. If they really spoke, they would probably be implicated too.
It was better to be safe than sorry. They did not want to be implicated by that idiot Brighton.
Chen Zhao made a call. "West, I have someone here. I suspect he's very dangerous. I don't care what you do, but pry his mouth open."
Everyone shuddered. Was Chen Zhao calling Brighton a terrorist?
That was too cruel.
A while later, West arrived and dragged Brighton into the car.
"Okay, you can leave now."
Nat and the others fled dejectedly. They did not dare to stay here any longer.
Chen Zhao's identity also sent chills down their spines.
The only thing they could do now was pray for Brighton and hope that he could come back alive.
…
"Chen, you're really cruel."
"I think I'm already very merciful. Look, I didn't even kill anyone."
The three all felt that Chen Zhao was right.
Yes, Brighton was actually not killed by Chen Zhao on the spot. He was really lucky.
"Oh, Chen, Boss told us to come and get something. She didn't say what."
"Wait a moment."
Chen Zhao walked around the three and took out Daydream.
Daydream's mouth had been sealed tightly.
The three looked at the wine jar. "Isn't this the Purple Brew?"
"It's not normal," Chen Zhao said. "It's a special Purple Brew. Winnip priced it at ninety-nine million nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars."
"What? No one will buy it at this price, right? "
"No one will buy it in the first place. It's just for exhibition," Chen Zhao said.
The three clicked their tongues. They did not understand what was going on either.
"Are you going back today?"
"Yes … after lunch."
After lunch, they took the wine and left LA.
Just then, West called.
"President, come to the headquarters quickly."
"What's wrong? Don't tell me that guy was killed by you guys? "
"No," West said nervously. "We pried his mouth open."
Pried? Chen Zhao was dumbfounded.
He didn't confess under torture, did he?
What kind of torture did they use to make the sissy confess?
He had to go take a look and see if he could be saved.
Chen Zhao hurried to the headquarters. He saw that West's expression was especially serious.
He didn't kill him, did he?
The sissy was annoying, but Chen Zhao really did not want to kill him.
All the people Chen Zhao had killed so far deserved to die without exception.
Or people who threatened his and Fali's safety.
"Where is he?"
"He's in the room," West said.
"Is he dead?"
"No, but we got a major case from him."
"What major case?"
"He killed at least ten men."
"What? He killed ten men? "
Chen Zhao was dumbfounded. What was going on?
He didn't confess under torture?
Could it be that he had accidentally caught a criminal?
But they were the Supernatural Organization, not the police.
It seemed like he was being a busybody.
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