Hibo came out.
However, there was an even bigger demon behind him.
This demon was two stories high and radiated with a terrifying aura.
“What the f*ck are you screaming about?” Beelzebub Zofee roared. “Don’t you know where this is?”
“Kneel before the lord!” Hibo thundered.
“Greetings, lord. That man, he’s stealing, he’s stealing your booty!”
“Stealing? You say he’s stealing?” Zofee looked at Chen Zhao.
“Hi, lord.”
“Human, when did you come?” Zofee asked.
“Lord, the Living Lord was summoned by the madam,” Hibo said.
“Your wife said these are all mine,” Chen Zhao said. “How come he says I’m stealing?”
Zofee looked down at Carlo. Carlo would’ve pissed his pants if he could.
What was going on? Were they close?
It sounded like they didn’t just know each other.
Their tones were like friends greeting each other.
“This is what I prepared for you,” Zofee said. “Bring them back first and then pick and choose.”
“There’s too much stuff. I want to pick some to give my friends.”
“Living Lord,” Hibo said. “I found this person for you. The human soul that knows Spanish… But he seems to have offended you. I’ll crush his soul now and immediately find a new one for you.”
Carlo understood immediately. Chen Zhao wanted to translate that naval diary. And Hibo was looking for someone who knew Spanish to help Chen Zhao translate the diary.
This meant that Chen Zhao had a close relationship with this demon lord.
And from what Hibo said, Chen Zhao didn’t die.
He’d been summoned by the lord’s wife.
This relationship was even more complicated.
As for Doronte and Nebaur, their souls were almost scattering in fear.
They’d even forgotten their pain.
Earlier, they’d wanted to kiss up to Carlo. Now, they realized that the truly powerful one was the one they’d provoked.
Dead. They were seriously dead now.
Chen Zhao squinted at Carlo.
Carlo hurriedly knelt down before Chen Zhao. “Mr. Chen, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, all my fault. Please forgive me. I’ll translate each word of the diary. No, I’ll translate it into Chinese!”
Chen Zhao considered it. Carlo’s knowledge went without saying.
He knew Chinese too. If he translated it into English, there might be places that Chen Zhao couldn’t understand.
If he could translate into Chinese, it would be easier to understand too.
“Whatever, he’ll do,” Chen Zhao said.
As if saved, Carlo slumped down in relief.
“What are these two for?” Chen Zhao asked.
“Don’t know them.” Carlo looked away.
“Carlo, you mother*cker… We were working for you and you just abandon us!” Doronte and Nebaur immediately struggled up and yelled at Carlo.
Chen Zhao got a new understanding of how selfish Carlo was.
He didn’t like Carlo before. His dislike grew even more now.
These two attacked Chen Zhao under Carlo’s orders, but now they were abandoned.
“You two, come over,” Chen Zhao said.
Doronte and Nebaur went over to him.
“What did you two do when alive?”
“Lord, I was a bus driver,” Doronte said.
“Why are you in Hell?”
“Hitting my wife.”
“Kill him.” Chen Zhao flipped Doronte over with a kick.
“Ah!” Hibo came over and crushed Doronte without wasting any time.
“I hate men who hit their wives.” Chen Zhao looked at Nebaur. “What about you?”
“I didn’t hit my wife… I didn’t even get married,” Nebaur hurriedly said. “I just…just…was in a gang.”
Nebaur wasn’t sure if Chen Zhao would kill him for this.
“What business?”
“We just took protective money…” Nebaur mumbled.
“And?”
What kind of modern gang only charged protective tax?
This wasn’t the 80s or 90s. No one would pay the tax either.
“And…sold some firearms,” Nebaur said, head hanging low.
Chen Zhao touched his chin. “Where are you from?”
“Australia.”
“Do you have sources for firearms in America?” Chen Zhao asked.
“Lord, you want to buy firearms?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes, of course! Actually, my source is American.”
“Good,” Chen Zhao said. “Come back to the living world with me.”
“Huh? Back to the living world?”
“What, you don’t want to? Then just stay in Hell.”
“Yes, I’m willing to go back!”
He didn’t even have to think to know what to choose.
If he stayed in this demonic Hell, he could be eaten at any time.
It was better to go back. He might be enslaved, but at least Chen Zhao was human.
“Mr. Chen… What about me…”
“Do the translation first. Get one word wrong and I’ll crush you and put you back together.”
Chen Zhao didn’t like Carlo. In fact, he hated the man, so he wouldn’t keep Carlo by his side.
“Human, I have something for you,” Zofee said.
“What?” Chen Zhao asked curiously.
Zofee took a box out. It contained a few gold coins.
Chen Zhao’s pupils constricted. “Substitute coins?!”
He was clear how valuable substitute coins were and what they could be used for.
“There’s only one in here,” Zofee said. “But it’s useless for you now.”
“Why?”
“Substitute coins can only be used for weak individuals. You’re strong now. It can’t be effective on you.”
Fine, he wouldn’t use it if he couldn’t.
But even if he couldn’t, he could still give it to Fali.
“What are the other three coins?”
“Lucky coins,” Zofee said.
“Keeping the coin with me will bring me good luck?”
“No. Put a drop of blood onto it when you need good luck. Then, the coin will give you a certain amount of luck in one aspect. This thing must be something you can do. If you can’t do it, the lucky coin won’t help you accomplish it either.”
“It should be more useful for you, right?” Chen Zhao asked.
“The stronger you are, the less effective these special tools are. The lucky coin can only bring temporary luck. It won’t make your wishes come true.”
