Han Bao

Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

“Beelzebub, use your Gluttony ability to treat this patient’s anorexia.”

“Raymond, this old man wants to regain his manly function. You know what I mean.”

“Blackie, tell me honestly, when and how is this person going to die... What? You don’t know? You’re the Grim Reaper!”

“That lady wants bigger breasts, a prettier face, and a slimmer body. Wait... I don’t have any demons with these subordinate abilities yet. Seems like I need to make another trip to Hell.”"


Demons Beside You

"Come on, consider it. Come bet again!" Chen Zhao exclaimed. "Pete, trust me. I'll definitely lose this round. Look at the difference in size. I'll definitely lose. Come on, place a bet."

"Motherf*cker, you already won my pocket money for this month."

"Then…Miss Sunderland, come bet…"

Chen Zhao went through them all, but no one was willing to bet.

"Trust me one more time, alright?"

Everyone ignored him. Even if they thought that Chen Zhao couldn't win, they still weren't willing to place another bet.

"Oh, I don't have energy," Chen Zhao said weakly. "I need a break."

"You're doing this again." Eveleigh glared at him.

"No motivation." Chen Zhao sat down without spirit.

"I don't care. You're going up anyway."

The bars were ready. A few students started putting on the weights. Harrison started testing.

"Okay, we can start," he said. "First snatch, 140 kilograms."

Surrender?