"Do Chinese people all like to imagine things?"

"It's just that American films often contain such scenes."

"So you can only see them in films." Morgery rolled his eyes.

The pair pa.s.sed many winding roads. It was already somewhat dark at the moment.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop.

"We've reached?" Chen Zhao asked.

"No. We have to walk from here."

"Don't tell me your place is in the woods."

"Yup. We can only hide in here now."

"Are you sure you have enough cash to pay me later?"

"People like us always have a few strongholds ready in advance. These strongholds have enough resources and cash to be used precisely in such situations."

They walked for over ten minutes. The forest was rather hot and stuffy, so Chen Zhao was already panting.

"Do you want me to carry your toolbox for you?"

"Nope. The one inside doesn't like other people to go near him."

"The one inside?"

Chen Zhao opened the toolbox and Raymond climbed out.

Hiss!

Seeing the huge, colorful snake, Morgery took a few steps back in fright.

However, he was only momentarily shocked. Morgery also glanced at Beelzebub, Walter, and Carrie, who were beside Chen Zhao.

"Do you always bring your pets when you come out to work?"

Morgery looked at the playing pets. Clearly, he did not know that an evil existence was floating above his head.

"I'm used to it. If I leave them home, I'll have to contact a repair company the next day."

"I used to have a dog too."

"What happened then?"

"My enemy hung it on my door."

"I thought it'll be a touching story."

"That day, I found the enemy and hung him on his mother's door."

"..." Chen Zhao decided to change the topic. "Morgery, it's not a good sign for you to be bald at this age. Do you plan to have long-term treatment? I can let you have thick hair again."

"I shaved it myself, b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"Is it? Actually you don't have to be embarra.s.sed. Baldness is a common illness and might be inherited or due to a skin condition, but I think you should have a check-up early. After all, baldness is sometimes an early sign of erectile dysfunction."

"I don't need it. My s.e.xual function is great. You don't have to worry about it."

"Really?"

"I don't want to talk about this."

Morgery was somewhat confused. After walking for over half an hour in the woods, he had almost forgotten about the wound on his abdomen.

Just now, Chen Zhao had done nothing apart from giving him an unknown black solution and st.i.tching his wound. Why would his injury be stabilized so quickly?

Given that Morgery had been frequently injured, he could roughly tell how severe his wound was.

In the past, he had had injuries which were slightly less severe than this time. Even with anesthetic and professional bandaging, treatment, and transfusion, he was not able to move freely for a few days.

However, Chen Zhao had only treated him briefly and he was already no longer in pain.

This caused Chen Zhao's importance in Morgery's eyes to rise. Sometimes, a good doctor was equivalent to an extra life for people like Morgery.

"It's right in front. We're almost there."

Soon, a small, lit house appeared before them from the trees.

"The house looks quite old."

"It used to be the property of a hunter. It's been here for around seventy or eighty years."

"Are you sure n.o.body will find this place?"

"Whatever. As long as our enemies can't find this place."

Knock, knock...

Morgery knocked on the door with a special rhythm. Clearly, it was a secret code they had agreed on earlier.

A gap was slowly opened through the door. The person inside looked outside before opening the door fully.

Chen Zhao saw a dispirited man with messy hair who was about thirty years old. His face was bruised and bloodstain could be seen around the left opening of his pants.

"Is he the doctor?"

"Yes."

Chen Zhao entered the room. There were two more people inside, one of whom he already knew.

It was Morgery's boss. He was lying on the ground with a sheet on. It seemed like he was asleep, but he was still holding a gun in his hand.

Chen Zhao thought that Morgery's boss might just shoot him while dreaming.

The last person was sitting at the table and eating some food, but he also looked listless.

"Who first?" Chen Zhao asked.

Suddenly, the dispirited man who had opened the door shouted in fear "Ah! There's a snake... A snake..."

The person who had been eating drew his gun in shock. The gang leader who was asleep also jumped up, took his gun, and pointed it at Chen Zhao.

"It's the second time!" Chen Zhao stared at the leader in anger.

"Chen, it's you..." The leader put his gun back.

Morgery flung his hand at the dispirited man's face. "Sanders, stop shocking us. Don't you think we've enough to worry about already?"

Morgery watched as Chen Zhao allowed his colorful pet snake to crawl all over the house. Concerned, he asked, "Chen, are you sure your pet wouldn't go missing if it keeps crawling around like this?"

"Even if all of you go missing, he wouldn't."

The dispirited man seemed to be very scared of snakes. As Raymond made a circle around the house, he moved around too, not daring to go near Raymond.

However, the more he was afraid, the more Raymond wanted to go close to him.

Sadly, his leg was still injured, so he could only limp around.

"Enough, Raymond, stop scaring him."

Everyone realized that the snake was actually obedient. He stopped hara.s.sing the dispirited man and crawled near the fireplace, after which he coiled up.

It was almost December and the temperature around Los Angeles had already started to fall. At night, the temperature could even fall below 50 degrees Fahrenheit.

Chen Zhao looked at the leader. "You want to go first?"

"No, my injuries aren't severe. Nesta, you first."

The man who had been eating by the table walked to Chen Zhao. He looked somewhat cold and he had been silent all the time.

Chen Zhao looked at Nesta. "Where's your injuries?"

Nesta removed his clothes at once and then lied down on the floor.

Chen Zhao saw a b.l.o.o.d.y long wound on his back, as well as two holes.

It seemed like he had been attacked by someone from the back. His injuries were severe but not hard to deal with.

None of the wounds damaged the spine or any important part. While the wounds were terrifying, they were not deadly.

At least, he would probably not die as long as he was treated before any infections.

Chen Zhao quickly applied some medicine on his wounds. It was actually not a medicine in the human world, but rather an herb in h.e.l.l.

While the medicine was made from plants in h.e.l.l, it was not harmful to humans.

After applying the medicine, Chen Zhao started suturing the long wound and bandaging the injuries. He made 35 st.i.tches, during which Nesta made no sound at all.

"Later your wounds will feel very itchy, but you mustn't scratch with your hands. Morgery, keep an eye on him," Chen Zhao said.

"Don't worry. Nesta's a tough guy," Morgery said, unconcerned.

"I hope so."