"Everything's normal. I would have been asleep now if you didn't call me."
"Alright. I'm going to bed too. Good night."
After the brief conversation, Chen Zhao hung up.
He rubbed his forehead and then entered the basement.
Chen Zhao had to perform special treatment for White-Ma, which clearly could not be done outside.
Although White-Ma had eaten two demonic crystals, he was still in a bad shape.
The supposedly formidable subordinate of the King of Greed had almost lost his life to a human world species.
Hellhound was clearly thrilled by the two new buddies.
No, there were actually three.
Chen Zhao had also brought the Hydra into the space crevice. Little Nine was timid as usual.
Hellhound and Black-Ma were already playing enthusiastically with each other. If White-Ma was not injured, the three of them would have probably become best friends.
