Chapter 636: Bir’s Death
Chen Zhao was driving on the forest path leading to the Supernatural Organization.
Suddenly, he stamped on the brakes. He had almost hit someone.
The person standing in the middle of the road also did not expect a car to come on this road. He walked to the roadside and glanced at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao also looked at him.
Chen Zhao was about to continue driving when he realized that something was amiss.
There was only one road here, and it led to the Supernatural Organization.
Why would the person be standing in the middle of the road?
Chen Zhao alighted from the car and walked toward the person.
When the person saw that, he turned around and ran at once.
Chen Zhao immediately gave chase.
Just then, the person turned around again without warning.
“Shit!” Chen Zhao saw the person point a gun at him.
Bang!
Qingyi Armor! Chen Zhao’s magical power turned into a shield.
The next instant, he felt a sharp pain in his forehead as he fell on the ground.
After an entire minute, Chen Zhao finally stood up again.
He felt like he had been punched in the head.
There wasn’t enough time for him to cast Qingyi Armor completely.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
He was almost shot in the head.
Chen Zhao was totally enraged.
…
When West saw Chen Zhao’s car stop at the entrance, he immediately went downstairs.
“President, what’s wrong?”
Chen Zhao’s face was filled with a gloomy and murderous expression as if he was about to kill someone.
West was very confused.
Without saying a word, Chen Zhao entered the HQ.
“Where are our people?” He only saw two or three unimportant members there.
“Jollinash and Baliya are having combat training with the evil spirit group,” West said. “Jolag and Patilu are equipping the modification room. Bir’s been experiencing a backache recently and was hospitalized. Moore is in school…”
“Is Moore still studying?”
West secretly rolled his eyes. Wasn’t that obvious?
He was only 15. What else would he be doing?
“How about Engelite and Morid?”
“We don’t have any missions now. Engelite is busy with his own work. Morid is sleeping upstairs.”
What could Chen Zhao say?
The Supernatural Organization sounded glorious, but almost everyone was part-time.
Of course, that included Chen Zhao himself.
In the entire organization, the only full-time member was the security guard Ados, probably.
Fine, even Chen Zhao would not force himself to spend all his time on the organization.
So he was not in the position to ask others to do that.
“By the way, what’s their salaries?” Chen Zhao asked.
“I was planning to make a salary table. Class E members will get $6000 a month, Class D $8000,” West said. “Before every mission, we’ll assess our members, rewarding those with outstanding performances.”
“Great, I have no objections.” Chen Zhao trusted West.
“Oh, president, do take a look at these financial bills.”
“What are the bills for?”
“Electricity, water, internet, funding applications from Jolag and Patilu, work injury application from Bir…”
“Wait… Bir’s backache is counted as a work injury?”
“He said he got the injury from Mapleville.”
Chen Zhao covered his forehead. “Forget it. I’ll leave the finance stuff to you.”
Chen Zhao thought that he was really a busybody. Why did he want to manage the finance?
It was a complete mess.
He would rather not see it—out of sight, out of mind.
“Also, Jolag and Patilu have made this together: rings to display one’s class.” West gave Chen Zhao a ring.
Chen Zhao knew at once that it was made from Demonic Gold.
Nevertheless, people who had never seen Demonic Gold before would probably think it was real gold.
“This is a Class A ring,” West said. “Your name is on this one, as well as the symbol of the Supernatural Organization. In addition, the ring has been enchanted with spells. It’ll change its size according to the size of your finger.”
“How about Class B, C, D, and E?”
“Look.” West took out a few rings with a similar design but different colors.
They were red, silver, blue, and gray respectively. They looked pretty nice.
“President, our rings can boost one’s magical power slightly. Do you think we should sell them?”
“Do you know potential customers?”
“Yes,” West nodded.
“But they can only buy it after a magical power assessment,” Chen Zhao said.
“I’ll leave that to you too. Remember to show me the financial statements. Don’t be like Worchester, or I’ll kill you.”
West shivered. Who would dare to play with finance now?
Just look at what happened to Worchester.
“Is the sissy still alive?” Chen Zhao asked.
“Yes.”
“Bring me there.”
After they reached Brighton’s interrogation room, Chen Zhao walked in.
West did not follow, but very soon, he heard a scream from inside.
After a while, West saw Chen Zhao standing there.
Brighton, with his neck slanted, was already dead.
“President, didn’t you still need to interrogate him? Why did you kill him?”
“I have a way to make him speak, but I need him dead first.”
“President… you have a way to lock his soul?”
“No, I’m sending him to my friend,” Chen Zhao said lightly. “Alright, I’ll inform you if I learn anything.”
…
“Ah… Bir, what are you doing?!”
The young nurse dodged Bir’s hand and scolded him.
The nurse was already used to this.
“Hehe…” Bir took back his hand with a smile.
Just as the nurse left, someone else walked in.
The person had on a pair of sunglasses and a leather jacket.
As he walked, he cracked his fingers.
“Who are you?” Bir looked at him, puzzled.
The person approached the hospital bed. Suddenly, he grabbed Bir and threw him out of the window.
Luckily, it was only on the second floor.
In his panic, Bir quickly transformed.
By the time he landed, he had already turned into a mini giant.
Bir lifted his head and looked at the person by the window.
The person also jumped down.
With a loud roar, Bir flung his fist at the person.
However, when his punch hit the person, he felt as though he had just struck a piece of iron.
Bir almost fractured his hand.
“You…”
While still in midair, the person lifted his fist and smacked Bir’s face.
Bir was completely stunned.
Then, the person punched out again.
It hit Bir’s chest directly.
Bir vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground.
The person raised his leg and stamped on Bir’s chest.
Bir opened his mouth, his eyes almost popping out.
The next moment, his body finally went soft.
“Think I killed him. Grandfather asked me to keep him alive.” The person scratched his head. “Grandfather will definitely scold me for this.”
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