Demons Beside You 192 Extra Practice Today

The five hooligans lay in a mess on the ground.

Chen Zhao rubbed his shoulder. It hurt from the first hit by the baseball bat. He could overlook the other attacks.

Daniel looked at Chen Zhao in shock. Normans' expression was a bit unnatural.

Chen Zhao lifted one guy up. "Who told you to come?"

"Don't know." The man was tight lipped.

Chen Zhao grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it forcefully.

"Ah!" the man let out a pained cry, but he still didn't say anything.

Chen Zhao let go of the wrist. It wasn't like he would actually shatter the bone. He tossed the man onto the ground. They'd been taught enough of a lesson. These guys were also certain that Chen Zhao couldn't kill them.

After all, people had already called the cops. This was Beverly Hills!

Plus, Chen Zhao guessed from Normans' reaction that these guys attacked him under her orders.

A few minutes later, a police car came, sirens blaring. Daniel voluntarily explained the situation to the cops, saying that they'd been attacked.

He and Normans were both residents. What were the people who could live here like? The police obviously knew, so they didn't need Daniel to explain further.

They naturally knew what to do. After all, Beverly Hills had their own police department and were the fastest at dispatched officers in all of L.A. They were the bodyguards for these rich people.

The police took the five hooligans away soon after.

"Chen, are you hurt?"

"No." Chen Zhao shook his head. "Normans, let's continue."

"Uh…are you sure you can still run?" Normans' chubby cheeks quivered.

"Of course. I can run ten more kilometers." Chen Zhao sneered. "Your training plan today is to run ten kilometers?"

"What, why?" Normans exclaimed. "You said we'll only run three kilometers."

"Because I got attacked, because I'm pissed off right now."

He'd gotten beat up for no reason. Even though he'd won, he was still unable to be happy.

"I'm not going to run even if you kill me."

"Are you sure you're not running?"

"I'm sure."

"Daniel, can you buy me some food? I'm hungry."

Normans instantly felt hungry. "You *sshole!"

Chen Zhao's tactic was the pettiest. Eating in front of her when she was hungry was more painful than death.

What was more painful than eating before a fatty and not letting her eat too?

In the end, Normans gave in. Chen Zhao only gave her one bottle of water the entire time.

Normans still forced herself to finish the ten kilometers. On the other hand, Daniel glared at Chen Zhao with resentment. He'd been forced to run it all too. He was healthy, but ten kilometers was a pretty big test to him too.

Even Normans could run the ten kilometers. If he gave up halfway, it would be too embarrassing, so he had to finish even if he died in the end.

The most annoying thing was that Chen Zhao ate the entire time with a relaxed expression.

Normans finally realized that Chen Zhao's fitness was much, much better than she'd expected. This *sshole was a complete beast. However, it was also surprising to Normans that she could complete the ten kilometers.

This was unimaginable to her. She probably couldn't have run so much even when she was in shape.

Normans looked at the bottle in her hands. Had something been added to the water? Chen Zhao had given it to her. She opened the bottle and sniffed, but there wasn't any odd smell.

"Can I get a roasted chicken for ten kilometers?" Normans looked at Chen Zhao.

"No. Ten drumsticks."

Normans started cursing at him again, but she accepted it in the end. However, she couldn't keep eating when she got to the sixth drumstick.

She looked up at Chen Zhao. "Did you do something to me?"

Chen Zhao wouldn't admit it even if he'd done something, but he replied matter-of-factly, "Don't blame everything on me. Intense exercise will cause gastric acid reversal. It's normal that you don't have an appetite."

"You forced me to run the ten kilometers."

Chen Zhao ignored her complaints. "Are you done eating? If you are, then we'll run back."

"What?"

"Run back."

"I'm not running. No, I need a car."

"If you don't run back, I'm going to tell your dad that you hired a gang to attack me."

"That's slander, you *sshole!"

"Uh, I have to go somewhere. Bye, Chen. Bye, Normans." Daniel escaped. He didn't want to get involved in Chen Zhao and Normans' fight. Even more, he didn't want to run ten kilometers again.

Normans cried while running. "I'll kill you *sshole one day. Don't forget…"

"Drink some water if you can't run anymore."

She was still crying by the time she reached the manor. Mr. Doman was already in hiding because he'd heard that his daughter cried on the way back. He didn't want to be the recipient of Normans' complaints. Plus, he thought that Chen Zhao was doing the right thing.

At least, Normans had thinned obviously over these past few days.

"Are you done crying? Come weigh yourself."

"Two hundred seventy-nine pounds."

She'd been 295 pounds when she'd weighed herself before swimming yesterday. This meant that she'd lost more than 15 pounds from the nearly two kilometers of swimming yesterday and today's 20 kilometers of running.

"Okay, let's swim. You only completed half of your tasks today."

"I don't have energy."

"Get up if you want to eat dinner tonight."

Chen Zhao had to intensify Normans' daily exercise because as she lost more fat and water, the speed of losing weight would slow down too. He could only maintain the current speed by increasing her exercise.

Normans was practically dragged to the pool. Chen Zhao wasn't the type to go easy on girls. Plus, Normans wasn't a girl—she was a monster.

Chen Zhao only gave her enough food to maintain her health. She couldn't get anything more than that.

After swimming ten kilometers, Normans discovered how shocking her endurance was.

This was impossible! What was ten kilometers for swimmers?

Less than one in 1,000 people in the world could do it. Even most professional swimmers wouldn't be able to accomplish it.

And yet she did it with her 279-pound-body.

She felt that Chen Zhao must have done something to her.

Chapter end

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