"President, you're amazing. How did you find out?" West looked at Chen Zhao excitedly.
Chen Zhao glanced at West indifferently. "What's so hard about it? I can see through anyone just by looking at them."
Chen Zhao muttered to himself. It was really a stroke of luck.
He could even catch a supernatural criminal like this.
"But he seems really weak," Chen Zhao said.
"His magical power is 122. He's already a Class D criminal, but his combat power isn't that strong. He uses his magical power to maintain his appearance. He's actually in his fifties."
Chen Zhao felt a bit nauseous. He was actually being harassed by a fifty-year-old man.
No wonder he was so bald. He was already in his fifties.
"President, at the beginning, he was still calling for his family. He won't let us go."
"Family? Does he have accomplices? Have you looked into his family? "
"President, I think the 'family' he mentioned might be some organization."
"What organization? Have you heard of it? "
"No."
"Continue interrogating him," Chen Zhao said.
Since it was confirmed that the sissy was a supernatural criminal.
In that case, it would fall under their jurisdiction.
Thirty minutes later, West walked out, exhausted and sweating profusely.
"West, why do I feel like you had sex with him?"
"President, please don't joke like this. I'm just tired."
"We're the Supernatural Organization and you're using such a normal method to interrogate him? That's too low. "
"…"
"Why don't you do it?"
"I'm not suitable for this kind of rough work. Call the others."
Chen Zhao and West called all the members of the organization over. After explaining the situation, they were all eager to try.
All of them were eager to give it a try, wanting to show off their skills.
Of course, Chen Zhao's request was simple. Use supernatural power to make him talk.
Unfortunately, Brighton's mouth was tighter than they'd imagined.
Just then, Pamela said, "Let me do it."
Pamela was an official member now, so she obviously had the right to participate in such missions.
"Okay, you do it."
Actually, Pamela could feel that the Supernatural Organization still didn't like her.
But Pamela also wanted to join the Union. After all, being a lone ghost wasn't as comfortable as having a shelter.
Pamela didn't even need to open the door. She walked through the wall and into the interrogation room.
Then, everyone heard the incessant screams in the interrogation room. The sound of the screams made their hair stand on end.
After a while Pamela came out of the interrogation room.
"What do you think? Did he speak? "
"No."
Everyone was disappointed. They had thought that Pamela would be of some use.
In the end, just like the others, no one could make Brighton speak.
Just then, Pamela said, "He's probably been poisoned."
"Hmm? Spirit of speech? "
"If he says anything important, the spirit will kill him," Pamela said. "That's why he doesn't dare to speak."
Chen Zhao thought for a moment. "So you can't make him talk at all?"
"From what he said, there should be a very strong spiritualist in his family, and it's very likely that there are other family members in Los Angeles."
"Frankly speaking, don't you think this organization is a bit naughty?" Perhaps because of a certain Chinese variety show, Chen Zhao felt that this sentence was a little funny.
"Do they have to shout 'we' every time they move as a group?
are
family’？”
"President … we're discussing serious matters right now."
After getting to know Chen Zhao, they realized that he couldn't be serious most of the time.
It was supposed to be a serious discussion. Why did it go astray when it came to Chen Zhao?
"What? You guys are discussing business, but I'm not? Are you looking down on me? "
"Guild Leader, why don't we call it a day?"
"Forget it, don't kill him. I'll go back and think of a way to pry open his mouth."
Just then, he received a call from Zola.
He guessed that Zola was here to ask about Brighton.
"Zola, are you here to ask about that sissy?"
"No, what does his life or death have to do with me?"
"Eh …"
Indeed, Zola didn't plan on interfering, considering their relationship.
No matter what the reason was, she would support him unconditionally.
Plus, when she heard that Brighton had harassed Chen Zhao, she wanted to kill him too.
As for Brighton's life or death, she didn't care at all.
"I just wanted to ask if there's anything I can help with. Anything."
Zola's words were very clear. If Brighton died, she was willing to help settle the matter.
Regardless of whether Zola could settle the matter or not, Chen Zhao would owe her for what she'd said.
"Thank you. I don't need to trouble anyone about him. No one will come to me for trouble, not even the police."
Zola didn't expect Chen Zhao's network to expand to this extent.
He'd vaporized a person in broad daylight and wasn't affected at all.
"Alright, I've made an unnecessary move."
"No, I should thank you for your concern."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I heard that old Steven seems to be in some trouble recently. Do you want to go see him?"
"Okay, I'll find a time to go see him."
Chen Zhao knew about Steven because of the movie.
Steven had been depressed recently. He was completely focused on the post-production of the movie.
Last time, he'd asked for two bottles of wine from Chen Zhao to invite some people from the theater and print media, hoping that they could help arrange the screening and do publicity.
However, the effect was mediocre. After all, the wine wasn't an aphrodisiac.
It wouldn't make people fall head over heels after one sip.
Chen Zhao couldn't help Steven much. He could only support him with two bottles of wine.
However, from Zola's tone, Steven seemed to be in a very bad state.
Chen Zhao felt that as a friend, he had to go see him.
After leaving the Supernatural Organization's headquarters, Chen Zhao called Steven.
"Steven, it's me. I want to drink with you. Where are you now?"
"Chen, I'm a bit busy now. Let's drink after this."
"I want to drink with you now," Chen Zhao said straightforwardly.
"Chen, I'm really busy."
"Where are you now?" Chen Zhao continued asking.
"…" After a moment of silence, Steven finally said, "Okay, come over. I'm in my studio."
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