The dark figure stared silently at Ethan Brooks's back for a long time. Perhaps this demon king system holder was the most suitable candidate? The desire he had just shown was extremely intense.

Ethan Brooks exited the demon king system, brewed another five-viscera-and-six-bowels fruit with a refreshed heart, got up and cooked two dishes in the kitchen. When he turned back to the living room, he saw Dad, who had just woken up and was still groggy, habitually picking up his thermos and boldly downing a cup...

“Dad...” Ethan Brooks looked helplessly at Ethan Bruce.

“What is it? Why didn’t you call me ‘Heavenly Book’?”

“You might not need lunch anymore...”

“Nonsense! I just woke up, I’m starving.”

“But you drank water.”

“So what if I drank water? Of course you drink water after waking up. Drink water? You mean...?”

“Yeah. The inner disciple dropout from Shaolin Temple actually gave me two goji berries, and I just swapped in a new one to try.”

“Son...” Ethan Bruce looked despairing, “Let me tell you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Go downstairs and buy ten rolls of toilet paper...”

“Auntie Jenkins, give me ten rolls of toilet paper...”

“How many?”

“Ten rolls...”

“It’s only been how long? Just one morning! Kid, your health isn’t good, don’t you know how to show some restraint? Listen to your auntie’s advice...”

Ethan Brooks knew there was no point explaining at this time, so he could only nod vigorously and take the toilet paper home, but then he heard the demon king system’s voice.

‘Harming others without benefiting yourself, gain 10 demon king points.’

Ethan Brooks was stunned for a moment before realizing: so by sending Dad to the bathroom and being misunderstood by Auntie Jenkins as not taking care of his health, that also counted as harming others without benefiting himself. But these demon king points were a bit few.

If I reported Dad to the police when he’s scamming... Ethan Brooks really wanted to know, would the demon king points be in the four digits?

“Xiao Liuzi, I’m not getting out of the house today.” Ethan Bruce resignedly slumped on the toilet and said to Ethan Brooks, who had just come in, “But I have a job this afternoon, you’ll have to run it for me.”

If I refuse, how many demon king points would I get? Ethan Brooks was almost obsessed with earning demon king points, and his first reaction was to stand Dad up.

“This job is to ‘exorcise the evil spirit possessing a six-year-old child.’”

Ethan Bruce's extra explanation made Ethan Brooks take it seriously. With the times changing, even today, there are still many families who, when their child gets sick, first go to a shaman. If they meet an unscrupulous shaman, the child might miss the best time for medical treatment.

Over the years, the father and son had set many rules, such as never harming children during work, and after the job, whether by sweet talk or street tricks, they must persuade the employer to take the child to the hospital.

“Got it.”

Ethan Brooks picked up Dad's work notebook, which he always read before going out on a job, and read it carefully. This time, the job was for a rich couple’s child who had a persistent fever. They had already been to the hospital and taken a lot of medicine, but the fever wouldn’t go away, so they were trying folk remedies.

“By the way, remember to take the work kit before you leave.” Ethan Bruce, still sitting on the toilet, reminded him, “Do you remember the work rules I taught you?”

“I remember, I remember.” Ethan Brooks replied impatiently, “First rule of the trade: collect half as a deposit up front. Second rule: if exposed, call the police immediately to avoid getting beaten. Third rule: life is more important than pride, always plan your escape route in advance. Is that enough...”

“And the fourth rule?” Ethan Bruce asked again.

Ethan Brooks checked the work kit Dad had prepared, rolled his eyes helplessly, and said, “When in danger, remember! Immediately kneel and kowtow! The other party will definitely be stunned, and then you can decide whether to escape or attack. Kneeling and kowtowing isn’t shameful, getting beaten bloody and still smiling isn’t shameful either, because you have to stay alive.”

“Very good!” Ethan Bruce nodded in satisfaction and continued squatting on the toilet.

Ethan Brooks packed everything up and found an item in the work kit that looked like a Poké Ball. Puzzled, he asked, “Heavenly Book, what’s this Poké Ball? Is there a Pokémon inside? Charmander or Bulbasaur?”

“Poké your head, that’s mixed with Carolina Reaper and a bit of explosives. Don’t worry, it won’t kill anyone, it just scatters the Carolina Reaper everywhere.” Ethan Bruce said smugly while scrolling on his phone, “Press the button on the Poké Ball and throw it at the other person’s face. Remember to hold your breath, close your eyes, and run.”

Ethan Brooks weighed the Poké Ball in his hand and said, “Speak human language.”

“Uneducated! All that tuition I paid for you went to the dogs.” Ethan Bruce said, “Carolina Reaper, the world’s hottest chili pepper.”

“No need to bring this for a kid’s job, right...”

“What do you know! Safety first! This is hard-earned experience from years of wandering the streets.”

Ethan Brooks obediently got everything ready, opened his mouth as if to say something to Ethan Bruce in the bathroom, but in the end said nothing.

“What? Got something to say?” Ethan Bruce asked, seeing Ethan Brooks hesitate.

“It’s nothing.”