Chapter 158: Never-ending Calls
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The two chased after one another in the forest.
Winry was like a wild beast. They had similar speeds, but Winry was able to slip through the trees more easily, so the gap started widening.
However, Chen Zhao knew where Winry was going, so he wasn’t worried about losing her as long as the direction as right. After all, Winry and Trede would definitely stop at the Gate of Hell.
Winry obviously wanted to lose Chen Zhao, but it wasn’t possible.
Her state was getting worse. She was carrying someone and her limbs were heavily injured. Her energy went down faster than Chen Zhao.
Just then, Chen Zhao’s phone rang.
“Huff…huff…”
“Chen…what are you doing? You’re out of breath.” It was Diana.
“I’m doing a night jog.” Chen Zhao was exhausted. He was very fit, but this journey wasn’t short at all and he was sprinting.
“Are you holding a girl right now?”
“No…should I take a picture for you?”
“Yeah, take a picture.”
Chen Zhao was speechless. He could only take a selfie so Diana would believe him.
“Chen, it’s so dark. Where are you running?”
“A mountain.”
“Oh, I know. You’re doing some special training. That’s why you’re so awesome.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you after I’m done running.”
“Fine, bye… Oh, actually, I know I’m not your girlfriend, so I won’t mind even if you get in bed with someone else.”
Never believe any woman who says this.
Even though Chen Zhao and Gerlyn had promised to be f*ck buddies, he still couldn’t talk about other girls in front of her. This was basic respect for his female companion.
If they couldn’t satisfy each other romantically, it was the least to not affect the other’s feelings.
Hanging up on Diana, Chen Zhao’s second call came.
It was Captain Lloyd. Hearing Chen Zhao’s panting, he asked, “Mr. Chen, am I disturbing you?”
“No, I’m running. Get to the point.”
“I learned that Phillip Quinn will go out in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. I also found the route he’ll take. You’re okay, right?”
“Huff…no problem.”
“Okay, then it’s set. Have a good night.”
Hanging up, Chen Zhao muttered, “F*ck…”
It was the middle of the night and he was chasing a 100-something-year-old witch. How great could it be?
He wondered if Chen Zhao’s friends all agreed to call him tonight. As soon as he hung up, another call came in. It was Dell.
“Don’t tell me that you’re messing with your dick again,” Chen Zhao cyelled. “If you’re calling me because of your dick, then I’m gonna go there and cut it off.’
“Chen, why are you so angry? I wanted to thank you for all your help these days, so I’m holding a party next week. I want to invite you.”
“Tell me next week.”
“Are you having sex? You’re panting so loudly.”
Chen Zhao didn’t want to waste time with Dell, so he hung up. But then another call came.
Without even looking, Chen Zhao yelled, “I’m not having sex. I’m running, okay?!”
“Chen, it’s me, Wright.”
“Huff, huff…Wright, why are you calling me? Sorry, I’m not yelling at you…”
“Are you busy?”
“I’m running,” Chen Zhao reiterated.
Whoosh…Chen Zhao moved a pile of grass aside and lunged forward.
“Okay, Chen…I heard from Ethan that you want to punish Phillip Quinn.”
“Ethan told you?”
“Caprice.”
“Wright, I promise I’ll make that *sshole regret being born. I swear.”
“Can I help you?”
“No, just make sure Ethan doesn’t do anything stupid before I carry out my plan.”
“I’m part of this too. You can’t exclude Ethan and I.”
“Wright, can you make atomic bombs?”
“I’m a medical student…”
“Okay, so just wait for good news, alright?”
“Fine… Chen, don’t work too hard. Take care of yourself.” Wright obviously didn’t believe Chen Zhao’s explanation.
“I’m seriously running at night.”
“Whatever you do is fine. Just be careful. Goodbye.”
Chen Zhao felt that half of his energy was wasted on bullsh*tting with his friends. He felt tired physically and mentally.
If this continued, his heart would explode.
But the calls came like a torrent. Another one came.
“Chen, are you—”
“Leonardo, if you ask me if I’m having sex, I’m blocking you.”
“Uh…I was going to remind you that my birthday party is in two days. You can come, right?”
“Yes, bye.”
“Chen, take care of your health.”
Chen Zhao was about to go crazy, but then he realized that Lloyd’s plan was taking place in two days too. However, Lloyd had planned for the afternoon. If everything went smoothly, he could make it to Leonardo’s birthday party and even buy a gift beforehand.
He thought that there would be another call. He waited for a few minutes, but it was silent.
Just as he thought there would be no more calls and he put his phone away, another one came.
“Chen, are you—” It was Rutherford’s voice.
“F*ck, I’m not having sex. I’m running, okay? Talk or hang up.”
“My first race after recovering is night after tomorrow at the LA Memorial Coliseum. Can you come?”
He sounded hopeful. Chen Zhao was the only person who valued him and was willing to give him a chance and hope. He really wished that Chen Zhao could come and watch his first race after recovery.
“What time?”
“Eight.”
“Can you give me some more tickets?”
“Of course. How many?”
“Maybe seven.”
“No problem.”
“Okay. And I really am running.”
“I know, I know. Bye.”
What the f*ck do you know? Chen Zhao swore inside. The phone rang again.
“I’m running…f*ck, I’m not having sex.”
“Chen, where are you? We’re at Trede’s house. There are signs of struggle, but no one’s there.”
Chapter 158: Never-ending Calls
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The two chased after one another in the forest.
Winry was like a wild beast. They had similar speeds, but Winry was able to slip through the trees more easily, so the gap started widening.
However, Chen Zhao knew where Winry was going, so he wasn’t worried about losing her as long as the direction as right. After all, Winry and Trede would definitely stop at the Gate of Hell.
Winry obviously wanted to lose Chen Zhao, but it wasn’t possible.
Her state was getting worse. She was carrying someone and her limbs were heavily injured. Her energy went down faster than Chen Zhao.
Just then, Chen Zhao’s phone rang.
“Huff…huff…”
“Chen…what are you doing? You’re out of breath.” It was Diana.
“I’m doing a night jog.” Chen Zhao was exhausted. He was very fit, but this journey wasn’t short at all and he was sprinting.
“Are you holding a girl right now?”
“No…should I take a picture for you?”
“Yeah, take a picture.”
Chen Zhao was speechless. He could only take a selfie so Diana would believe him.
“Chen, it’s so dark. Where are you running?”
“A mountain.”
“Oh, I know. You’re doing some special training. That’s why you’re so awesome.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you after I’m done running.”
“Fine, bye… Oh, actually, I know I’m not your girlfriend, so I won’t mind even if you get in bed with someone else.”
Never believe any woman who says this.
Even though Chen Zhao and Gerlyn had promised to be f*ck buddies, he still couldn’t talk about other girls in front of her. This was basic respect for his female companion.
If they couldn’t satisfy each other romantically, it was the least to not affect the other’s feelings.
Hanging up on Diana, Chen Zhao’s second call came.
It was Captain Lloyd. Hearing Chen Zhao’s panting, he asked, “Mr. Chen, am I disturbing you?”
“No, I’m running. Get to the point.”
“I learned that Phillip Quinn will go out in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. I also found the route he’ll take. You’re okay, right?”
“Huff…no problem.”
“Okay, then it’s set. Have a good night.”
Hanging up, Chen Zhao muttered, “F*ck…”
It was the middle of the night and he was chasing a 100-something-year-old witch. How great could it be?
He wondered if Chen Zhao’s friends all agreed to call him tonight. As soon as he hung up, another call came in. It was Dell.
“Don’t tell me that you’re messing with your dick again,” Chen Zhao cyelled. “If you’re calling me because of your dick, then I’m gonna go there and cut it off.’
“Chen, why are you so angry? I wanted to thank you for all your help these days, so I’m holding a party next week. I want to invite you.”
“Tell me next week.”
“Are you having sex? You’re panting so loudly.”
Chen Zhao didn’t want to waste time with Dell, so he hung up. But then another call came.
Without even looking, Chen Zhao yelled, “I’m not having sex. I’m running, okay?!”
“Chen, it’s me, Wright.”
“Huff, huff…Wright, why are you calling me? Sorry, I’m not yelling at you…”
“Are you busy?”
“I’m running,” Chen Zhao reiterated.
Whoosh…Chen Zhao moved a pile of grass aside and lunged forward.
“Okay, Chen…I heard from Ethan that you want to punish Phillip Quinn.”
“Ethan told you?”
“Caprice.”
“Wright, I promise I’ll make that *sshole regret being born. I swear.”
“Can I help you?”
“No, just make sure Ethan doesn’t do anything stupid before I carry out my plan.”
“I’m part of this too. You can’t exclude Ethan and I.”
“Wright, can you make atomic bombs?”
“I’m a medical student…”
“Okay, so just wait for good news, alright?”
“Fine… Chen, don’t work too hard. Take care of yourself.” Wright obviously didn’t believe Chen Zhao’s explanation.
“I’m seriously running at night.”
“Whatever you do is fine. Just be careful. Goodbye.”
Chen Zhao felt that half of his energy was wasted on bullsh*tting with his friends. He felt tired physically and mentally.
If this continued, his heart would explode.
But the calls came like a torrent. Another one came.
“Chen, are you—”
“Leonardo, if you ask me if I’m having sex, I’m blocking you.”
“Uh…I was going to remind you that my birthday party is in two days. You can come, right?”
“Yes, bye.”
“Chen, take care of your health.”
Chen Zhao was about to go crazy, but then he realized that Lloyd’s plan was taking place in two days too. However, Lloyd had planned for the afternoon. If everything went smoothly, he could make it to Leonardo’s birthday party and even buy a gift beforehand.
He thought that there would be another call. He waited for a few minutes, but it was silent.
Just as he thought there would be no more calls and he put his phone away, another one came.
“Chen, are you—” It was Rutherford’s voice.
“F*ck, I’m not having sex. I’m running, okay? Talk or hang up.”
“My first race after recovering is night after tomorrow at the LA Memorial Coliseum. Can you come?”
He sounded hopeful. Chen Zhao was the only person who valued him and was willing to give him a chance and hope. He really wished that Chen Zhao could come and watch his first race after recovery.
“What time?”
“Eight.”
“Can you give me some more tickets?”
“Of course. How many?”
“Maybe seven.”
“No problem.”
“Okay. And I really am running.”
“I know, I know. Bye.”
What the f*ck do you know? Chen Zhao swore inside. The phone rang again.
“I’m running…f*ck, I’m not having sex.”
“Chen, where are you? We’re at Trede’s house. There are signs of struggle, but no one’s there.”
