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

Jollinash stopped and looked at him. “What?”

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

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

Jollinash was proud, but she wasn’t stupid.

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

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

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

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

Worcester clenched his teeth, eyes flickering.

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

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

Wasn’t this forcing him to a dead end?

Menace flashed in Worcester’s eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Worcester obviously couldn’t bear this.

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

In the end, she was only a regular witch.

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

The truly powerful witches viewed the Supernatural Organization with disdain.

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

“Yes, it’s me.”

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

“Sure. What job?”

“Kill someone.”

“I’ll do it if you multiply by ten.”

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

“Send me the target’s info first.”

Soon, Rupert got the info and she scanned it.

She almost threw her new phone onto the ground.

“F*ck, are you messing with me?”

“What?”

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

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

How come she turned on him so quickly.

Whatever. He’d find a professional.

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

“What country are you in? Which city?”

“America, L.A.”

“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.”

“That expensive?”

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

“Whatever, this’ll do.”

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

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

“Hi, are you a witch assassin?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I need you to kill someone.”

“I’m quite expensive.”

“I know. One million dollars.”

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

“Your target is a wizard.”

“I need his info.”

“I’ll send it now.”

Ten 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!”

With that, they hung up.

Worcester’s expression changed.

What was going on?

Was that Asian really so scary?

L.A. witches knew him.

Even witch assassins knew him.

The two had the same tone too.

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

But how come Worcester had never heard of him before?

No, if this was the case, then he had to get rid of the man.

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

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

The witch assassin didn’t work either.

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

He couldn’t afford that either.

It seemed that he couldn’t use an outsider.

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

They didn’t dare either.

Suddenly, Worcester thought of an idea.

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

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

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

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

…

“Hey, Chen, it’s Rupert.”

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

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

“Oh.”

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

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

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

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

“You doubt me?”

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

No one else cared—from the president to the members.

No one took this job seriously.

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

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

And under his leadership, the Supernatural Organization would strengthen.

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

Jollinash stopped and looked at him. “What?”

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

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

Jollinash was proud, but she wasn’t stupid.

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

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

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

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

Worcester clenched his teeth, eyes flickering.

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

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

Wasn’t this forcing him to a dead end?

Menace flashed in Worcester’s eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Worcester obviously couldn’t bear this.

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

In the end, she was only a regular witch.

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

The truly powerful witches viewed the Supernatural Organization with disdain.

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

“Yes, it’s me.”

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

“Sure. What job?”

“Kill someone.”

“I’ll do it if you multiply by ten.”

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

“Send me the target’s info first.”

Soon, Rupert got the info and she scanned it.

She almost threw her new phone onto the ground.

“F*ck, are you messing with me?”

“What?”

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

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

How come she turned on him so quickly.

Whatever. He’d find a professional.

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

“What country are you in? Which city?”

“America, L.A.”

“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.”

“That expensive?”

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

“Whatever, this’ll do.”

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

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

“Hi, are you a witch assassin?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I need you to kill someone.”

“I’m quite expensive.”

“I know. One million dollars.”

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

“Your target is a wizard.”

“I need his info.”

“I’ll send it now.”

Ten 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!”

With that, they hung up.

Worcester’s expression changed.

What was going on?

Was that Asian really so scary?

L.A. witches knew him.

Even witch assassins knew him.

The two had the same tone too.

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

But how come Worcester had never heard of him before?

No, if this was the case, then he had to get rid of the man.

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

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

The witch assassin didn’t work either.

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

He couldn’t afford that either.

It seemed that he couldn’t use an outsider.

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

They didn’t dare either.

Suddenly, Worcester thought of an idea.

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

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

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

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

…

“Hey, Chen, it’s Rupert.”

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

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

“Oh.”

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

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

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

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

“You doubt me?”

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

No one else cared—from the president to the members.

No one took this job seriously.

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

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

And under his leadership, the Supernatural Organization would strengthen.