Demons Beside You

Chapter 150: Another Problem

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

“Chen, won’t you leave one behind to protect yourself?”

“I have one, but you can’t see it.”

“An evil spirit? No, I’ll be able to see it if it’s an evil spirit.” Sienna looked at Chen Zhao in confusion. “The thing you said... Is it beside you?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? Is it some really small animal? And that’s why I can’t see it?”

“No, he’s right here and he’s not small at all.”

“Then why can’t I see it?”

“That’s not my fault.”

Sienna was very caught up on the thing protecting Chen Zhao that she couldn’t see.

Reality had already proved that Chen Zhao really was more powerful than him, but Sienna still wanted to compete with him at times. However, she always took a blow.

Many times, she even suspected that witchcraft really was weaker than Asian magic and that was why there was such a big difference between them.

One night passed. David hugged Beelzebub while speaking. According to him, this was to cultivate a relationship. He didn’t care if Beelzebub wanted it or not. He wanted to cry and just bite David.

The next day, Beelzebub was dragged out by an excited David.

Chen Zhao was also woken up by Ethan’s call. Ethan sounded depressed.

Usually, they would banter a little while calling. Today, Ethan only told him to come over and then hung up.

After washing up, Chen Zhao went straight to Ethan’s motel. When he got there, he saw Ethan and Caprice sitting at the front desk. They weren’t arguing at all.

Technically, they would never be able to exist peacefully.

“Hi Ethan, Caprice. Did you eat breakfast yet?”

They both looked up and stared coldly at Chen Zhao. He got goosebumps from those eyes. He hadn’t pissed them out, right?

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“Phillip Quinn was released from jail,” Caprice said.

“Who’s that?” Chen Zhao was utterly confused. And what did it matter to him that someone was released from jail?

He didn’t know any Phillip Quinn.

“It’s that old motherf*cker I had you treat in jail,” Caprice said.

“Oh, I remember. It’s that old pervert with a whole lot of crimes, right? But what does this have to do with me? I remember you said that he won’t be freed if no problems were found in his physical exam.”

“Yes, but he bribed practically everyone. He was obviously much healthier after taking your medicine, but he’s still able to be treated outside. This means that he received both freedom and health.”

Caprice’s features twisted. She looked like a furious lioness. Her lowered voice was like a low growl. It seemed like angry fire would shoot out of her eyes at any moment.

Hearing her words, Chen Zhao felt very uncomfortable. This meant that he’d healed an *sshole that should’ve gone to Hell, relieving him of pain.

“I was following your request,” Chen Zhao refuted. “I didn’t know this would happen.”

“How long will the effect of your medication last?”

“A long, long time...” Chen Zhao said, depressed. “Unless anything unexpected happens, he’ll be healthy for a very long time.”

“How can you do that?” Caprice pointed an angry finger at him.

“You told me that you wanted him to stay longer in prison,” Chen Zhao shot back.

“Okay, enough!” Ethan stood up. “You two stop caring about this. I’ll take care of it.”

“Ethan, where are you going?”

There was something off about Ethan. Seeing him walk out alone, Chen Zhao immediately grabbed onto him. But when he grabbed the corner of Ethan’s shirt, he realized there was a gun stuck in the pocket.

“Ethan, what are you doing?”

“Kill that b*stard,” Ethan said coldly.

“Why? What is he to you? You guys have something?” Chen Zhao felt like this separated couple both had a hatred deep to the bone for Phillip Quinn.

Ethan looked at him. “Robio had a little sister, but she died when she was two years old.”

Chen Zhao’s face darkened. He remembered that Caprice had told him that Phillip’s crime included raping two young girls. One of them had died.

“Ethan, if you trust me, hand this to me, alright? Please don’t get too worked up.” Chen Zhao looked at Ethan seriously, holding onto his shoulder. “Trust me, please.”

“No, this has nothing to do with you,” Ethan said seriously. “Even if it is related to you, you have no duty to help me. This is my own problem.”

“Trust me, I can make him wish he’s dead without needing to take any legal responsibility.” Chen Zhao was still holding onto Ethan’s arm. “I can do it. Did you forget my other identity? I can torture him for life.”

“That *sshole has a lot of bodyguards,” Ethan said. “You can’t even get close to him.”

“Give me five days. If I still can’t do anything after five days, I won’t stop you from doing anything.”

Ethan looked at him hesitantly. “Five days? What are you going to do?”

“Just trust me.” Chen Zhao was muddled too.

He had no plan at all, but he couldn’t just watch Ethan run with a gun and kill a rich guy. Chen Zhao suspected that, with Ethan’s skills, he would get killed before he could even get close to Phillip.

From Caprice’s explanation, Chen Zhao learned the reason why Phillip was released from jail. There was no problem with his physical exam, but his mental test revealed that he had depression and needed a relatively safe environment.

Thus, Phillip’s lawyer requested him to be treated outside the prison and paid $1,300,000 in bail.

Imagine this: an old pervert who kept raping young girls for decades actually had depression. And he was freed because of this depression.

America’s laws made Chen Zhao speechless. How could human rights be taken advantage this badly?

Rich people could do anything. For someone like Phillip, $1,300,000 was only one or two months of expenses.