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"Number 1 and 2 have arrived at the Emergency Bay Valley …"
"Number 3 has entered the Wild Horse Fountain!"
"Number 18, 9, and 5 have entered Roosevelt Canyon …"
"Number 13 has entered Prism Lake Bay."
"Number 14 has arrived at the Bad Boy Volcanic Area …"
"Report, everyone's coordinates have been determined."
The huge command center of the death arena was like a hall. The huge space that could accommodate a hundred people was filled with rows of ring-shaped brain units. There was a staff member operating behind each brain. On the command bridge, Altes held onto the railing of the bridge and looked down like a captain. In the middle of all the work units, a three-dimensional hologram of Yellowstone Park was generated by a brain laser.
It can call up images from every corner of the arena as needed, and more than 30,000 surveillance nodes ensure that there are no blind spots in this vast area. Every teenager's actions were exposed to the committee's eyes. Of course, this surveillance system was not so perfect. For example, some strongmen could use their own Origin Energy to interfere with these surveillance nodes in order to achieve an alternative effect of stealth.
However, the highest level of the youths in this area was only a sixth level Origin Energy practitioner. The little fellow who hadn't even constructed the first genetic circuit was naturally unable to hide from the surveillance system called the Heavenly Eye.
Alstair looked at the hologram, where the coordinates of the youth were marked with red dots of light. He nodded and said, "Very well, let these brats move freely for a few days. We'll make other arrangements at that time. It's only the third day now, so the high tide can't appear too soon. "
"What's the recent change in capital injection?" He looked at his assistant, a guy wearing glasses and a big hood.
The assistant hurriedly flipped through the records of his brain and said, "The overall injection has increased by 32%, my lord."
"What about the specifics? For example, our Young Master Allen?" Altes asked casually. He tidied up the corners of his clothes and prepared to leave.
The assistant followed behind him and replied, "Number 1's injection has increased by more than a million, but most of it comes from public betting stations. Overall, apart from Bescot's heavy injection, there is no other large injection. "
"Well, that's normal. After all, according to the previous Death Arenas, the person ranked first would usually die the fastest. Our Young Master Allen had already done quite well. But the rest of the guys are not simple. "Alstair had already walked into the elevator.
The assistant hurriedly followed him in. "You're right, my lord. However, 03's capital injection had obviously increased by a lot. In addition to the initial 30 million capital injection from the Alexander Family, there was now an additional amount of more than 10 million under his name. The money came from the nobles, and they seemed to be very optimistic about Mr. Main's investment. "
"A bunch of guys who follow the trend," Alstair said casually.
"Hold on …" Suddenly, the assistant seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly called out, "Number 1 Allen has added another bet under his name. The single sum is … 10 million!"
Alstair's expression froze. "Can you trace the betting account?"
"Sure, please wait a moment." The assistant quickly clicked some buttons and replied a moment later, "Yes, the betting account is under the name of the Morsen Family." Well, it's Adele. "
The assistant raised his head and said, "Adele Morson! My lord. "
"Adele, the third-in-line heir to the Morsen Clan? That Morsen Clan's little demon? What is she doing here? "Altès frowned.
"The Morsen Clan is also one of the famous clans. They have always been on good terms with the Bescot Clan. Perhaps that was Old Kate's idea?" The assistant said.
Altès waved his hand and said, "Maybe, don't worry about him. Who knows what these nobles are thinking? It's just like how I don't understand why Old Horn would invest so much money on an unknown brat. Ha, maybe that's Old Horn's illegitimate child on the surface? "
In the afternoon, the sun was shining.
The bright light cast a golden spot on the open-air circular platform, causing a pair of long legs that were high on the carved fence of the terrace to flow with an alluring luster. Ten round toes were painted with bright red armor, like red agates on soft velvet. The straight line of his legs was drawn together and extended downwards, and the roots of his thighs were hidden in a loose nightgown.
The corner of the nightgown hung down to the ground, embroidered with a cluster of blooming red roses. For some reason, the embroidery pattern seemed to highlight the thorns of the roses, and the sharp thorns would simply stab into people's eyes. The owner of the beautiful legs was holding a book of poems. The dark red hard cover was decorated with a circle of pale golden patterns. The book of poems blocked her face, and only a light brown scalp could be seen draping down her shoulders like waves.
Under the sunlight, the long brown hair flowed with a dazzling luster.
At this time, in the attic behind the terrace. A thirteen or fourteen year old girl dressed as a maid ran out. The young girl looked sweet, and under the black and white maid uniform, one could already see the well-bred curves. Especially the bulging twin peaks on his chest, which had already propped up his neckline. A pair of beautiful legs covered in black stockings made one's imagination run wild.
"Why are you in such a hurry, my dear little Sophie?" The book of poems was put down, exposing the little face that had been blocked behind the book to the sunlight.
She frowned slightly. After getting used to the light, her eyebrows gradually relaxed. She was a beautiful girl, about the same age as the maid. Her facial features were exquisite, and her lips were as red as flames. Those black eyes didn't have a trace of impurities. If one looked at them for a long time, it was as if their souls would be sucked into those black hole-like eyes. The girl raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth curled up, and there was a hint of wildness between her eyebrows.
"Miss Adele …" The maid ran to the girl's side, panting heavily with her hands on her legs. As a result, the scenery under the collar could be seen almost at a glance.
The girl whistled like a boy, "My little Sophie, you're getting prettier and prettier. No wonder my brothers always look at your breasts and buttocks every time they look at you. "
The maid blushed. "Miss Adele, I've invested ten million dollars in Number One as you requested. But miss, don't let Sophie do this again. That's ten million dollars. If something goes wrong, I … "
Before he could finish his sentence, he pulled Adele over. Sophie uttered a little cry, and involuntarily sat down on the young lady. Adele, like a frivolous noble young master, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply in Sophie's ear. The flowing air made the little maid extremely uncomfortable, and what was even more important was that Adele's hand was dishonestly pressing on her thigh and groping upwards.
"Isn't it just ten million? What are you so nervous about? But every time I see little Sophie nervous like a rabbit, I feel that there's nothing more interesting than this. "Adele giggled and gently bit Sophie's earlobe.
The maid immediately moaned and her entire body went limp. She wriggled uneasily and said, "Don't do that, miss. Someone will see it."
"Whoever dares to look at me will dig out his dog eyes!"
Adele said fiercely, but her hands were not idle. She had already gone deep into the maid's skirt to explore the depths of the scenery. There was no lack of absurdity among the nobles, and Adele's personality was as wild as a boy's. As her maid, Sophie didn't know how much tofu she had given her young lady, but today, she felt that Adele was in high spirits, and her fingers were more flexible than usual, which made her body extremely sensitive.
Just as Sophie was about to melt like water and the scene was about to get out of hand, there was a knock on the door from the attic.
Sophie jumped up as if she had caught a straw of life and said, "I'll open the door."
"Tsk, what a disappointment." Said Adele, raising her eyebrows.
Sophie ran away like a frightened rabbit and came back a moment later, "Miss, Master Kate invites you to the study."
"I see. Help me change." Adele stood up and took off her nightgown. There was a vacuum inside the nightgown!
Sophie said, "Miss, you have to go into the room and take it off. Words. "
"What? Don't you know how to bask in the sun? Besides, who dares to look around in my territory? Does he want to lose his eyes? "Adele walked into the attic nonchalantly.
Sophie quickly found her clothes and helped Adele put them on one by one. A moment later, Adele in the floor-to-ceiling mirror changed into a hunting suit. Short brown leather leaned down, a white shirt tied into a belt. Paired with a black tie, Adele looked heroic in the mirror. Sophie helped her comb her hair high, revealing her smooth forehead. Coupled with the wildness between Adele's eyebrows, she looked like a capable boy at this moment.
"Alright, wash up obediently and wait for me to come back. I'll go see what the old man wants." Adele pinched Sophie's chest and left the attic, leaving the pale-faced maid behind.
When she arrived at the study and saw a few boys of her own age, a faint smile appeared on Adele's face. He even clenched his fist with his hand, and one of the older boys immediately clamped his legs. His name was Jarvis, and he was Adele's brother. A few days ago, he was drunk and made a move on Adele, and as a result, Adele kicked that thing between her legs. He kicked Jarvis out of his drunkenness and lay in bed for a few days.
Seeing her granddaughter's rude actions, Old Kate pinched her eyebrows with a headache and took off her glasses. "Adele, I heard you used ten million in private money?"
Adele sat down on the sand on the other side and crossed her legs. The corner of his eyes looked at his brother and said, "Did these two trash tell you? Grandpa. "
"Adele!" Jarvis shouted, "Don't be so presumptuous!"
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