The result is naturally self-evident.

Under the raging flames, the vigilant hunters around finally calmed down.

Then there were a series of apology.

Faced with a special existence like Charles, making friends is naturally better than becoming enemies.

At least, when encountering a monster that cannot be killed, you can ask him to try to burn it - the Winchester brothers are fighting this moment.

So Charles has become very popular now.

However, just as the atmosphere in the bar was strong, the door was suddenly pushed open. People turned around and saw a middle-aged white man wearing a baseball cap.

Behind the baseball cap was a hunter looking out. Facing the numerous gazes, the hunter shrugged, while the middle-aged baseball cap was staring at the fire in the bar and was a little stunned and didn't speak for a while.

"Max, who is he?" Dean, who was closer, couldn't help asking.

They are currently doing some secret things, so naturally it is impossible for people to come in at will, so someone went out to stand guard before.

The hunter named Max pointed to the cap and said concisely: "He wants to ask for help."

Hearing him mentioning himself, the middle-aged man in the baseball cap immediately reacted. Then he looked at Dean who spoke first, and opened his mouth and was about to say something, but then he screamed suddenly, and his footsteps were even hurriedly retreating one after another. Finally, he bumped into the refrigerator at the door with a bang: "Help, help! So terrifying, scaring me to death!"

"Scary? Dean unconsciously touched his cheek, a little puzzled.

Fortunately, the boss's wife Ellen walked up. After calling the future person to the chair in front of the bar, he poured him a glass of wine. The white middle-aged man with a panic expression calmed down a little.

Then he drank the wine in his glass and said nervously: "Someone introduced me to come here to find help."

"What kind of help?" asked the boss lady.

"I...I..."

"Don't lie. Since you came here specifically, you should know what we are doing."

Hearing this, the cap gritted his teeth and nodded, then shivered slightly, "Ten years ago, I made a deal with a beautiful girl at a crossroads."

"I asked for talent in architectural design, and then she gave me ten years."

"Now, she, they are here to collect debts..." His words accompanied by crying, as if they were desperate.

The boss's wife Ellen raised an eyebrow.

"Debt collection? Who is it?"
Chapter completed!