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nTranslator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

n“Uh, I don’t have much savings.”

nAmericans didn’t have the habit of saving money. They encouraged spending first and then using their salary to pay off their credit cards.

n“Alright. I’ll do it for free this time.” Chen Zhao pursed his lips. He would just be a good man to the end. “Oh, what did you use to do?”

n“I’m a personal trainer, but I didn’t go to work for many days because my wife and daughter were kidnapped. I got fired.”

n“What do you teach?”

n“Fitness and safety. I have a certificate.”

n“Great. I have a client who’s a track runner. He doesn’t have a club though. Can you train him?”

n“Of course. Of course I can.”

n“Great. I’ll give you his card. When you contact him, tell him I introduced you. He won’t be able to give much money now because he was just hurt.”

nBord wouldn’t complain. He needed a boss now. It didn’t matter if the salary wasn’t that high.

n“Okay. You all should go to sleep,” Chen Zhao said, standing up. “David, you can sleep in my room.”

n“What about you?”

nInstead of replying, Chen Zhao went straight to the basement and locked the door. Everyone fell silent before going to their rooms to sleep.

nChen Zhao and Rutherford had made an agreement. He would sponsor Rutherford, so in addition to fixing his leg, Chen Zhao would also try and improve his performance.

nChen Zhao remembered that the demon medical book had mentioned a medicine that could improve a person’s physical fitness. The ingredients for the medicine didn’t seem too complex either.

nMore importantly, the main ingredient was the demonic crystal. This happened to be what Chen Zhao had more than enough of.

nHowever, he had to find some of the other items in Hell. Of course, going back and forth between Hell was too costly. He had to sacrifice 100 souls for Beelzebub’s true form to summon Chen Zhao.

nIt was more cost efficient to buy from Raz. His prices were higher than the original price, but Chen Zhao had no choice but to buy from him.

n“Chen, I just helped you kill 238 evil spirits. You owe me 283 years worth of demonic crystals.”

n“I’ll pay you back when I can.”

nChen Zhao couldn’t produce so many demonic crystals right now. To be honest, he felt like he had sustained great losses this time. He’d thought that there were only ten or 20 evil spirits attacking the girl and he could totally take that.

nHe didn’t expect to pay so much at once.

nHowever, he still had a complete perfect crystal. He’d gotten it from saving people from the fire last time. He also had some miscellaneous demonic crystals that added up to 20 years.

nIn addition, he had small amounts of perfect crystal powder. It was leftovers from polishing the first perfect crystal.

nChen Zhao didn’t summon Raz directly. Instead, he had Beelzebub act as the messenger and have Raz bring the things over.

n“Twenty vines of Immans, one years worth of demonc crystals, five souleater eyeballs, one years worth of demonic crystals…”

nChen Zhao bought a lot of each ingredient and used demonic crystals to pay for them all.

nRaz loved doing business with Chen Zhao. After all, none of his customers before would pay with demonic crystals. They mostly bartered. Only this living being paid him with demonic crystals.

nThe things he sold weren’t unique to him either. Chen Zhao could get it from many other demons. Thus, he never acted sloppily when he did business with Chen Zhao. He would give extra too.

n“Most respected Living Lord, here is everything you need. Please check.”

n“No need. I trust you.”

nOf course, this was just polite talk. Chen Zhao would still count everything after Raz left. He wished Raz would miss something so he could have an advantage next time.

nAfter Raz left, Chen Zhao entered the lab and tried making the medicine.

n“Extract the liquid from the vines of Immans and pour it onto the petal of the rootless flower. Grind the rootless flower and pour in water from the River of Death…”

nAfter working the entire night, Chen Zhao created the medicine—a bottle of purple liquid.

nIt was obviously not normal medicine. It looked like it was boiling, but it was actually room temperature.

nChen Zhao dipped a finger in and tasted it. It didn’t have any taste… He wondered how effective it was.

nHe had to find a human or animal to experiment on before Rutherford’s leg was healed. Beelzebub and the others wouldn’t work, since this medicine was only effective on living beings.

nChen Zhao suddenly thought of David. He ran out of the basement and pushed open his bedroom door. It was six a.m. and Chen Zhao lifted the sleeping David.

n“David, get up.”

n“Chen…what time is it…” David rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. “Oh my god, it’s only six. Let me sleep.”

n“Drink this.”

n“Breakfast? Thanks…” David tossed the medicine into his mouth without even looking and then went back to sleep.

nHowever, he soon felt pain in his arm.

n“Ah…” He opened his eyes again and saw Chen Zhao taking his blood with a syringe. “Chen, what are you doing?”

n“Nothing, just a checkup. Go back to sleep.”

n“Wait…are you experimenting on me?” He was suddenly awake. “I remember you gave me something to drink… I don’t think it was breakfast.”

n“It’s something I just invented,” Chen Zhao said. “It can improve your physical fitness.”

n“Improve my fitness?”

n“Yes.”

n“Can it turn me into Superman?”

n“No.”

n“Then what will it do?”

n“I don’t know. I need to test your blood. Okay, you can sleep without worry now.”

n“Wait, how can I sleep without worry? Does your medicine have any side effects?”

n“Definitely no. Don’t worry.”

nChen Zhao’s meaningful smile made David unable to calm down. “Really?”

n“Really.”

n“I’m still not assured.”

n“Then get up and test the effect. To be honest, it’s my first time making the medicine.”

n“First time giving it to a human? You didn’t do any clinical tests?”

n“I did. You’re my clinical patient.”

n“Can I cuss?”

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