Chapter 144: Going To Hell At The School Entrance
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
McAllen Bodie was brought to the infirmary by some football players. He wasn’t badly hurt, but his shoulder and collarbone seemed to be dislocated.
The students didn’t know just how strong that Asian man was. He’d lifted all 200 pounds of McAllen with one hand. They probably couldn’t even lift him with two hands.
To be honest, they were all pretty strong students. They played football, after all. You couldn’t play it if you weren’t strong enough.
But they really weren’t good enough to fight aggressively. At most, they would bully the regular students, but they found a strong match this time.
That Asian man had really scared them. More importantly, they were in the wrong.
When the nurse saw McAllen, he thought they’d gotten hurt on the field.
“McAllen, where you are hurt?”
“Shoulder…my shoulder…” McAllen said in pain. “I can’t move my shoulder.”
The nurse Andibell had McAllen take off his shirt. His shoulder was swollen already.
“You didn’t get hurt on the field, right?”
“Yeah, someone squeezed me.”
“No way. How strong does someone have to be to squeeze your shoulder like this?” Andibell checked McAllen’s injury and took out an ice pack. “Ice it yourself.”
“That guy is a monster. He lifted me up with one hand.”
“Is it even possible to lift you up with one hand with your size?”
“That guy isn’t even bigger than me, that *sshole.”
“Does he lift weights?” That was the only possibility that Andibell could think of. Someone who wasn’t as big as McAllen but could be so strong had to be a weightlifter.
“He doesn’t look strong at all, but he’s Eveleigh’s boyfriend.”
“Oh…I see.” Andibell instantly understood why McAllen got taught a lesson. He’d probably gotten jealous and went to cause trouble but was beaten up instead.
Andibell pushed McAllen’s dislocated bones back in place, making him howl in pain.
“Andibell, you’re close to the boxing club, right?”
“No, no!” Andibell cut him off. “You’re too immature. I won’t help you.”
McAllen was hurt. It was the second time someone called him immature today.
“If you help me contact them, I’ll give you $500.”
Andibell arched an eyebrow. He made less than $2,000 each month working here. To be honest, this wasn’t enough for his everyday needs. Plus, he smoked weed occasionally.
Five hundred dollars wasn’t a small number. It made him hesitate. However, if the school found out, he would lose his job.
“No, I won’t do something like this.”
“One thousand,” McAllen raised the price.
“Two thousand.” Andibell gave in. “It’s not easy to get Tiger to help.”
“I hope he can knock that *sshole’s teeth out.”
“Of course…but I hope no one will know about this.”
“Of course. I don’t want to get expelled either.”
Andibell wasn’t a gangster. He’d actually graduated from this school too. However, he liked to befriend all types of people. Many times, the students could ask him to help them take care of some small problems.
This was also why the school always gave him low ratings. If not for the fact that he hadn’t done anything major, he would’ve been fired long ago.
When Chen Zhao exited the campus, a car stopped before him.
Chris popped her head out. “Chen, how come you’re here?”
Chen Zhao looked inside. Chris and Sienna were both there. “One of my clients is a student here. What about you two? Why did you come?”
“Our client is here too,” Sienna said. “You wanna come play?”
“I’m a doctor…” Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. “Chris, are you sure you want to go with Sienna on these dangerous trips?”
“I find it interesting. Plus, I don’t have a choice.”
“Chen, there’s a cursed place here. Are you sure you don’t want to come?”
“How much is your client paying?”
“Three thousand dollars.” Sienna blushed when she said that. To her, $3,000 was a big number.
“Good luck and goodbye.”
“Come on, maybe we need your help.”
Chen Zhao suddenly felt his right hand heat up. It was similar to when his hand swallowed the Reflection Demon.
What was going on? Why was it acting up now?
Chen Zhao raised his hands to look. They were turning transparent.
Oh, no. A demon in Hell was summoning him—in broad daylight, in a public place.
He quickly ducked into the car while Sienna and Chris looked at him curiously. As his body continued fading, Chris asked caringly, “Chen, what’s happening? Sienna, do you know what’s happening?”
“I don’t know. He looks like he’s disappearing.”
“Don’t ask any questions. I may need to leave for a while. It could be a few days or only a few hours.”
“Chen, what’s wrong exactly?”
He obviously wouldn’t tell them that he was going to Hell. It had always been humans summoning demons instead of the other way around.
A few minutes later, Chen Zhao had disappeared completely. Only Beelzebub and the other small demons were left. They were used to this already. Chris and Sienna stared at each other.
“I feel like Chen is getting more and more mysterious.”
“I’ve never heard of this kind of magic before. Are Asian spells this strong? I feel like they’re much more powerful than western spells.”
When Chen Zhao arrived in Hell, three familiar people stood before him. There was Beelzebub Zofee, his wife—the demoness with the fire dragon bloodline—and her servant, Jessica.
“Human, welcome.” Zofee opened his arms. He was honestly too big. His hug was like a mountain pressing down on Chen Zhao.
“Lord Zofee, I think we must come to an agreement. Next time you summon me, please do it when I’m sleeping. When you do it suddenly, it can be troublesome for me.”
“Alright. I will ask little Vito next time, but can you help me with a serious problem right now?”
