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n“Jollinash,” Worcester called out to her. “Wait, I have something to say.”

nJollinash stopped and looked at him. “What?”

n“Jollinash, you don’t like that Asian either, right?” Worcester asked.

nShe studied Worcester. “You want me to mess with him? No way. Go if you want, but I’m not going to commit suicide.”

nJollinash was proud, but she wasn’t stupid.

nShe wouldn’t go up against Chen Zhao just because of Worcester’s provocation.

nAnyone in their right mind would be able to see that Chen Zhao was very strong.

n“He’s a wizard. You’re a witch. What are you scared of?”

n“Don’t you know that there’ll always be one or two special people?” Jollinash asked indifferently.

nWorcester clenched his teeth, eyes flickering.

nHe’d already gotten pissed earlier when Chen Zhao said he’d take over finances.

nChen Zhao had just come and was already going to check the budget.

nWasn’t this forcing him to a dead end?

nMenace flashed in Worcester’s eyes.

nThe Supernatural Organization was a mess, but as the accountant, there was a lot of money to be made.

nThe others didn’t understand finances, so he could just mess around and easily make one mission cost a few hundred thousand dollars.

nIn actuality, it was only a few thousand. The rest went into his own pocket.

nAfter these few years, he’d already become quite wealthy.

nEven though this year’s funds still weren’t given, the government wouldn’t disband the organization.

nThey would still have to give them funds. By then, a large amount would go into his own pocket again.

nThis president who’d just arrived actually wanted to cut off his source of income.

nWorcester obviously couldn’t bear this.

nFine, Jollinash wasn’t willing to help, but that was okay.

nIn the end, she was only a regular witch.

nIf she was able to do well outside, she wouldn’t have joined this group.

nThe truly powerful witches viewed the Supernatural Organization with disdain.

nWorcester picked up his phone and called a number. “Hi, is this Witch Rupert?”

n“Yes, it’s me.”

n“I have a job, $100,000. Will you take it?”

n“Sure. What job?”

n“Kill someone.”

n“I’ll do it if you multiply by ten.”

n“Then, how about you just disable him? Or make sure he’ll never appear before me.”

n“Send me the target’s info first.”

nSoon, Rupert got the info and she scanned it.

nShe almost threw her new phone onto the ground.

n“F*ck, are you messing with me?”

n“What?”

n“Go die! F*ck you, f*ck.” Rupert hung up.

nWorcester was confused. What happened? Hadn’t they made a deal?

nHow come she turned on him so quickly.

nWhatever. He’d find a professional.

n“Hi, I want to hire a witch assassin.”

n“What country are you in? Which city?”

n“America, L.A.”

n“Okay, there’s a very powerful witch assassin in L.A. right now, but she’s quite expensive. It’ll be at least one million dollars.”

n“That expensive?”

n“Of course. Or, how about you wait a while and we’ll send a cheaper one?”

n“Whatever, this’ll do.”

n“Then I’ll give you her contact info.”

nWorcester received a text. It was only a phone number.

n“Hi, are you a witch assassin?”

n“Yes, I am.”

n“I need you to kill someone.”

n“I’m quite expensive.”

n“I know. One million dollars.”

n“No, it’s not just one million. That’s the base. My price will change according to your target.”

n“Your target is a wizard.”

n“I need his info.”

n“I’ll send it now.”

nTen seconds later, the other started cursing him out. “F*ck, you want me to die? I won’t do it even if you give me a billion!”

nWith that, they hung up.

nWorcester’s expression changed.

nWhat was going on?

nWas that Asian really so scary?

nL.A. witches knew him.

nEven witch assassins knew him.

nThe two had the same tone too.

nIt was as if the new president was as scary as a demon.

nBut how come Worcester had never heard of him before?

nNo, if this was the case, then he had to get rid of the man.

nIf he really was so scary, then Worcester would be dead meat if he found out that he’d messed with the finances.

nWhat should he do? Local witches didn’t work.

nThe witch assassin didn’t work either.

nThe assassin also said that they wouldn’t do it even if he paid a billion dollars.

nHe couldn’t afford that either.

nIt seemed that he couldn’t use an outsider.

nIt was even more impossible to get rid of the Asian with the failures in the organization.

nThey didn’t dare either.

nSuddenly, Worcester thought of an idea.

nDidn’t that Asian want to clear out the evil spirits in Mapleville?

nHe could use this chance to make the man die in there.

nWorcester had personally taken part in the missions, so he knew how scary the evil spirits there were.

nWorcester believed that the evil spirit group of Mapleville could definitely kill this new president.

n…

n“Hey, Chen, it’s Rupert.”

n“Oh, how come you’re calling me today?”

n“Someone just called me to give me a job. Wanted me to kill you.”

n“Oh.”

n“Don’t you think that I helped you by telling you? So, does this count as you owing me?”

n“Who’s the guy that wanted to kill me?”

n“I don’t know. I didn’t see him. It was just a call.”

n“You don’t even know who it is. How do I know if you’re telling the truth?”

n“You doubt me?”

n“Of course.”

n“Then I don’t care about you. Go die.” Rupert hung up angrily.

nAs soon as Chen Zhao ended that call, he received West’s call.

n“President, we’ve already made the action plan. When will you have time to discuss it?”

n“I don’t have time now. Send the plan to me and I’ll study it.”

nWest was annoyed. It felt like he was the only one working hard in the entire organization.

nNo one else cared—from the president to the members.

nNo one took this job seriously.

nBut since Chen Zhao finally became the president, he had to be steadied first.

nWest could guide him slowly in the future. He believed that, under his guidance, Chen Zhao would definitely become a responsible president.

nAnd under his leadership, the Supernatural Organization would strengthen.

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