Only then did Evereth begin to experience what the real hell is.

Because she has no power to refuse.

She spent $200,000 on her own to experience what hell is.

As a punishment for her, she trained much more today than Normans.

"Normans can come up and rest for ten minutes, Evereth, you continue to swim at regular speed twenty laps."

"Why do I have to swim twenty more laps?"

"You are practicing the 800-meter freestyle, and Normans is practicing the 50-meter and 100-meter freestyle. Of course, your training content is different."

Chen Zhao's words left her speechless, and she could only spend twenty laps of effort.

"Pray the water on the spot for ten minutes."

"Jump a hundred times into the water."

"Ten sprints in fifty meters."

"Okay, I can come up and have a second meal."

Chen Zhao clapped his hands, and Normans and Everee both came ashore.

Both of them have their own food, and Chen Zhao couldn't really let them practice completely on an empty stomach.

"Why do I have fewer than Sister Normans? I obviously practice more than her."

"There is no reason. I have the final say on how much you eat and what to eat." Chen Zhao said naturally.

"You are taking revenge on me when I went out to steal food."

"You can understand that."

Meow—

"Angry, your anger will turn into my strength."

Chen Zhao suddenly mentioned Samar: "Stop making trouble here, go play."

The two of them finished the second meal that Chen Zhao prepared and started training again.

Real athletes train regularly every day and eat about ten meals.

Of course, every meal is nutritionally balanced and you won’t eat too much.

This can convert nutrients into body energy during training without affecting training.

So every hour, Chen Zhao would prepare a nutritious meal for them.

Normans has been exposed to diluted strength potions, so she has very good physical fitness and also has a lot of food intake.

Of course, the strength potion also brought her stronger physical strength.

At least it is much stronger than her original physical fitness, so the proportion of strength potions added to the nutritional meal Chen Zhao gave her this time was a little higher.

The added power potion in Evrey's nutritional meal is the amount of Normans in the past.

After the four-hour training time was over, Chen Zhao gave them the last nutritious meal.

"After eating these, you don't need to eat anything today."

Everene was in his heart and he was obeyed.

Chen Zhao was changing his clothes, and the phone was coming, and Risfar's call was coming.

"Chen, I found out the group of people yesterday, it was for you."

"What? Are you sure it's for me?"

"They are members of the local gang, and the lead is a man named Antibel, a doctor at the University of Los Angeles' infirmary, and a Kante Burr asks him to teach you a lesson."

"Since it's a lesson, why do you shoot?"

"It may be because of a temporary intention. It may be because you have a gun and want to kill someone and grab a car, but you shot me."

Chen Zhao couldn't help but smile bitterly. These gangsters are too unlucky.

If you hit someone, you can even change your mind temporarily.

"I killed the people from that gang, will they seek revenge on me?"

Chen Zhao was afraid that another Mexican gang came.

If he is positive, Chen Zhao is not afraid.

I am afraid that I don’t know when I will shoot you or attack the people around me.

Risfar thought for a while and said, "This is how I ask someone to go with you to find the boss of that gang, and he can solve this problem."

...

"Boss Sierley." Kant Burr swallowed.

What he is facing now is the real black gang boss.

"Yeah, sit." Sierley Dirk pointed to the chair opposite.

Kant Burr did not dare to sit down, but still stood in front of Sierley Dirk with his body bent.

"A few of my subordinates disappeared after they went out yesterday. I heard that they were helping you with their work. Do you know where they went?"

"Boss Sierley, I don't know." Kanter Burr felt a little regretful. He knew that Antibel and Hei... were in touch with him, but he still asked him for help.

As a result, he really asked black... to help, but now the person is gone, and no one knows what happened.

"I have a batch of goods that they took, but now the goods are in their hands, but the people are gone. Can you tell me what you asked them to do for you?"

"I'm looking for Antibel and ask him to find someone to help me teach an Asian a lesson."

"Oh? What kind of Asian?"

"The teacher in our school."

"So is the matter done?"

"No, I met that Asian man today, and he was fine."

Sierley Dirk thought for a while, that was to say, his subordinates didn't teach anyone a lesson.

"Where is Antibel?"

"He didn't come to school today."

Sierley Dirk wondered if several of his men had colluded with Antibel, swallowed their goods and then disappeared.

"You call Antibel now."

Kanter Burr tried to call Antibel, but it didn't get through.

"Boss Sierley, it can't be done."

Sierley Dirk's fingers slowly knocked on the table, with a bit of evil spirit on his face.

At this moment, Sierley Dirk's phone rang.

"Hello."

"Are you Sierley Dirk?"

"I am, who are you?" Sierley Dirk frowned. Who is the other party? He dared to call his name directly.

"My name is Manus."

"Manus..." Sierley Dirk suddenly shivered: "That Manus?"

"The batch of guns you bought last time was my subordinates' hands." Manus said.

Sierley Dirk was shocked. Why is this big shot?

Why did he call himself?

I had almost nothing to do with him. Apart from buying arms from his subordinates twice, there was no other connection.

However, gangs of all sizes in Los Angeles almost all pick up goods from Manus.

"Mr. Manus, what's your business?" Sierley Dirk asked carefully.

"Where are you now?"

"Are you asking me where I am now? In my turf, in the restaurant on the corner of the Sick neighborhood."

"Waiting for me on the spot, I will come there to find you in five minutes."

Five minutes? That means Manus is in the Sick neighborhood now?

Sierley Dirk guessed in his heart, what he wanted to do when he saw him?

Do you want to swallow your territory?

There is no reason. Manus is doing big business, and he doesn't even look down on such a small profit as his neighborhood.

The Black Gangs in Los Angeles are buying arms from him. Does he need territory?

He doesn't need territory at all, and if he needs territory, he doesn't need to say hello to himself.
Chapter completed!