Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

"Rouen. Faxiben." The old woman's pupils suddenly shrank.

In an instant, the eyes of the three people were focused on Rouen Faxiben.

Rouen Faxiben's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly screamed that something was wrong.

He was vaguely aware that something was wrong.

"Sorry, I seem to be in the wrong place."

Rouen Faxi subconsciously turned around and left.

At this moment, a hand had grabbed Rouen Faxiben's collar.

"Let go!" Rouen Faxi obviously didn't like others grabbing his collar.

"Wait a minute..." the old woman shouted hurriedly.

She doesn't want others to do anything in her shop.

This store has too many goods and the area is too small.

If they tried here, they would probably damage her goods.

However, neither Rouen Faxiben nor Chen Zhao are willing to listen to others.

Rouen Faxi turned around and threw a piece of silver dust towards Chen Zhao.

"Damn it!" the old woman shouted anxiously: "Weier, get away."

This is high-explosive magic phosphorus!

Ordinary magic phosphorus has very limited damage to the human body, but very high damage to spiritual bodies.

However, this high-explosive magic phosphorus requires highly skilled alchemy to improve its functionality by purifying the magic phosphorus.

High-explosive magic phosphorus is extremely destructive to people and the surrounding environment.

The moment Rouen Faxiben scattered the high-explosive magic phosphorus, the high-explosive magic phosphorus actually adhered to Chen Zhao's face and body like a magnet.

The old woman was shocked. This was Rouen. Faxi was indeed a rare alchemist. He actually used high-explosive magic phosphorus combined with magnetic pole effects to completely adsorb it on the enemy, thereby causing greater damage to the enemy. And reduce your own damage.

Chen Zhao felt a burning sensation on his face, but the damage was not serious, except that his clothes were burned.

Chen Zhao lowered his head and looked at his clothes, then looked at Rouen Faxiben.

Rouen Faxiben's expression changed. The other party actually had no reaction to the high-explosive magic phosphorus.

Strengthening type! ?

Rouen Faxi was about to change his tactics, but Chen Zhao's fist had already landed on his stomach.

Rouen Faxi felt a sharp pain like stomach cramps.

Then he leaned forward and was thrown back into the store by Chen Zhao.

A lot of things were smashed along the way.

Chen Zhao wiped off the residue on his body and looked at Rouen Faxiben with an unhappy expression.

It's been a long time since anyone dared to attack him.

Rouen Faxi held her stomach and got up with difficulty.

Seeing Chen Zhao approaching, Rouen Faxiben chanted a spell in his mouth, and a sword flashed in his hand.

"Don't come here, come here again..."

Snapped--

Chen Zhao waved his hand and gave Rouen Faxiben a slap in the face.

Rouen Faxi was already beaten to the point of being stunned.

Just because he has a weapon in his hand doesn't mean he is really powerful.

Criminals carry weapons because they are afraid.

Chen Zhao pressed Rouen Faxiben's head into a water tank.

He didn't care what was in the water tank.

It is probably the raw material of some kind of magic, but it exudes a trace of magic fluctuation.

The old woman and Weier watched silently as Chen Zhao tortured Rouen Faxiben.

They have no intention of interfering. Besides, who are they helping?

Of course, it's not without a position.

For example, their fight damaged the goods in the magic shop.

But none of this matters.

A few minutes later, Chen Zhao mentioned the dying Rouen Faxiben and stood up.

"Calculate the losses here and send the bill to the Supernatural Association. Thank you."

Chen Zhao took out the phone again: "Hey, West, come over to 558 Downey Street and send two more people. One of them will be brought back to the headquarters."

"Sir, can the losses here be offset by compensation?" the old woman asked with a smile.

"No, the compensation is your compensation to the victim, and he is responsible for the losses here." Chen Zhao said.

"But we are also victims."

"Legally you are also responsible. Of course, you can also ask him to compensate you for the losses caused by selling the defective goods he provided."

"But now he's in your hands."

"You can write a report on the economic losses caused by this and give it to us, and we will evaluate it based on the actual situation."

"Boy, do you know who I am?" Rouen Faxi wanted to struggle.

"Rouen Faxi, right?"

"Now that you know, don't you want to live anymore? Do you know how many psychics I know? As long as I say a word..."

Chen Zhao lifted one of Rouen Faxiben's fingers and pinched it gently.

Accompanied by Rouen Faxiben's screams, there was also Chen Zhao's cruel laughter.

"Everyone you know is because of your alchemy. If you lose ten fingers, can you still use alchemy?"

"Hug...sorry...I was joking."

Rouen Faxi was about to cry. If we say harsh words, we are just fooling people.

Rouen Faxi was feeling miserable.

Don't even ask me who I, Rouen Faxi, am.

I know many psychics, but they are not my friends.

Everyone wants my life...

As long as Rouen Faxiben stands on the street and shouts Rouen Faxiben.

Within ten minutes, a hundred psychics could gather to take his life.

After more than twenty minutes, West brought someone over.

Seeing Rouen Faxiben in Chen Zhao's hand, West was surprised and happy: "Haha... Rouen Faxiben!! You also have today, you didn't expect that you would fall into my hands, Ha ha……"

Neither Chen Zhao nor Hailis, who came with West, expected that West would behave so abnormally.

To be precise, it should be a gaffe.

Rouen Fasheben obviously also knew West.

But at this moment, he had been beaten into a pig's head by Chen Zhao.

You can't see the expression on his face.

Chen Zhao carried Rouen Faxiben and threw him in front of West.

"Send it back to headquarters and talk about it when I'm free."

"Before that..." West obviously had other intentions.

"Before that, feel free to do whatever you want, don't get yourself killed."

The expressions of West and Rouen Fasheben were completely opposite.

One was extremely frustrated, the other extremely excited.

Chen Zhao didn't know what grudges they had.

But Chen Zhao was obviously happy to fulfill his men's wishes.

As a veteran of the association, West can be said to be Chen Zhao's most trusted and most relied upon subordinate.

West is usually steady and calm, but he has never reacted in such an exaggerated way.

To be able to make West so excited, he probably has a mortal grudge against Rouen Faxi for killing his father and seizing his wife.

"By the way, let him explain the matter first. If he doesn't want to say it, our meat mincer should still work well."