Chen Zhao glanced at everyone and held the sphere with his left hand.

The pointer shot up at once. It stopped at 205.

The party was somewhat bewildered. They thought that Chen Zhao's mana would be significantly higher than them.

But 205 was lower than what they had expected.

“Why is it only 205?”

“Weird.”

Chen Zhao's combat power was unquestionably much higher than theirs.

But his mana was not.

“President, try using both hands.”

After thinking, Chen Zhao put his right hand there too.

Immediately, the pointer jumped and reached the limit of 500.

Everyone was wowed.

Indeed, Chen Zhao was much more powerful than them.

“President, I'll modify it again.”

“That's not urgent. Since we can obtain a precise value for our mana, we can now come out with a grading system,” Chen Zhao said. “Then we'll produce certificates or badges that show which cla.s.ses we're in.”

“Let's have five cla.s.ses: A, B, C, D, E,” West suggested at once. “Those below 100 mana will be in the lowest Cla.s.s E. For every 100 mana increase, the cla.s.s will increase by one. The president is of course in Cla.s.s A.”

In this case, apart from Chen Zhao, only Bir would be in Cla.s.s D. Everyone else in the Supernatural Organization would be Cla.s.s E.

n.o.body minded, but Jollinash was very displeased.

She had always viewed herself as being superior, but in the end, she was in the lowest cla.s.s like the others.

“Sounds great. Let's do that.” Chen Zhao did not mind too. He just wanted a standard, any standard.

“How should we indicate that? Using cards?” West asked.

“No. If we use cards, when spiritualists meet next time, they won't be able to see each other's ident.i.ty and cla.s.s directly. Do you want them to take out their cards and be like 'Hi, I'm a Cla.s.s D spiritualist', 'Hi, I'm a Cla.s.s B spiritualist, nice to meet you.' Don't you think that's too awkward?”

“Then how? Brooches? Isn't that awkward too?”

“Rings,” Chen Zhao said.

“Uh? Rings? If we use ordinary metal, it'll affect the release of magical power, but it's too expensive to use magic metal.”

Chen Zhao had an idea. He had many raw materials from h.e.l.l.

Chen Zhao immediately took out a dozen different metals from h.e.l.l.

Everyone was clearly surprised by the sudden appearance of the items.

They had no idea where Chen Zhao had hidden them.

“Take a look. Which of these can be used to make rings that won't handicap spiritualists?”

“That's so many magic metals. What are those? I've never heard of them before.” Jolag and Patilu had some understanding of magic materials.

But they had never heard of the materials that Chen Zhao had just taken out.

“Don't worry about where I've gotten them from,” Chen Zhao said lightly. “Take it as my contribution to the organization.”

Since Chen Zhao became the president, he had basically not contributed anything.

It was his first contribution to the organization.

Anyway, he would not really have an opportunity to use these magic metals.

He might as well donate them here.

“President, can we use these metals whenever we like?” Jolag stared at Chen Zhao, his eyes glittering. “Many of them can be used to craft magic weapons.”

“Sure. Ask West for approval first.”

“President, if someone wants a cla.s.s a.s.sessment, how much do we charge them?”

“Flat rate, a thousand dollars. We'll also give them a corresponding ring.”

“Will anyone come for a cla.s.s a.s.sessment?”

“Dunno. Go and advertise it,” Chen Zhao said casually.

He did not have to do anything himself anyway.

It was like how a boss issued a casual order and the workers could work to death because of it.

West seemed upset. What could he do, given that Chen Zhao was the president?

Moreover, he was the one who had invited Chen Zhao here.

“Also, give those evil spirits some cla.s.s a.s.sessment too.”

The Supernatural Organization had been organizing their HQ these few days. Jolag had also been improving the Mana Tester.

He increased the limit of the tester. Chen Zhao's right arm had a mana of 615.

When Chen Zhao put both of his hands on it, the reading was 754.

Of course, the strength of one's magical power was not the sole indicator of one's combat power.

An example would be Jollinash. She was in Cla.s.s E with 75 mana, which was mediocre in the organization.

But her combat power was really outstanding among all the members.

Also, Bir was the only Cla.s.s D member.

But he was only a ten second man. After ten seconds, he would become a burden.

Moreover, he would habitually sell the wine before its time. Sometimes, he might be done in three seconds.

“Chen, I have an ordinary client for you. Ten thousand.”

Now, Ethan would only give Chen Zhao clients whose pay was over ten thousand.

It was not little. In fact, most people could not earn ten thousand a month.

Chen Zhao had also pa.s.sed the times when he needed to expand his social circle and increase his reputation.

After receiving the address, he went straight to the client's house.

It was an apartment. The location was pretty good, so the client must be rich.

When Chen Zhao reached, he knocked on the door.

A man in colorful clothing and heavy makeup opened the door.

“Uh… Are you the one who needs a doctor?”

“Yes. You're the doctor?” The man studied Chen Zhao with some contempt. Then, he continued in an odd tone, “Come in.”

The man turned around and walked off, wiggling his hips. Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead.

Chen Zhao was not really h.o.m.ophobic. For example, Robio was positive and upright. It was hard to dislike him.

However, Chen Zhao could not accept someone with such an att.i.tude and appearance.

While the man had the right to dress up however he liked, people had to socialize. Chen Zhao just found it distasteful.

Chen Zhao entered the house and realized that it was rather messy.

Cloths and drawings were scattered all over the place.

On the few workbenches lying in the living room, there were many unfinished pieces of clothes.

“All the things here are very expensive. You better watch yourself,” he said.

Chen Zhao scanned the place but did not find anything that looked valuable.

“How may I help you?” Chen Zhao asked.

The man removed his hat. Chen Zhao covered his mouth and almost burst into laughter.

The man looked fas.h.i.+onable, but he was actually bald.