"Huh, it's foggy." The school was covered in fog.
Moore turned to look outside the window. Where did the fog come from?
No, there was a magical aura in it.
Moore stood up abruptly.
All the students and the teacher looked at Moore.
"Moore, what are you doing? Sit down. We're in class. "
"Sorry, Teacher. I suddenly remembered that I have something to do …"
"Come back here. Where are you going?"
Ignoring the teacher's advice, Moore rushed out of the building.
But after a few steps, he realized that he was lost.
The fog was too thick. He couldn't see the road at all.
Moore walked a few steps and wanted to turn back into the building, but he realized that it was already out of sight.
Moore became nervous. He could only feel around in the fog.
Suddenly, Moore heard a sound. Over there?
Moore walked towards the source of the sound.
But in the next instant, a huge force sent him flying.
A bald man hurriedly got out of the car. The people around him surrounded him.
"It wasn't me, it wasn't me … He suddenly rushed into the middle of the road …" The bald man's face was pale.
Moore lay on the ground, covered in blood. His eyes were unfocused.
There was no fog around him. There was nothing …
…
Not far away, a girl was holding a phone. "Grandpa, I'm done here. That guy from the Supernatural Organization is in the hospital."
"Good job, Chloe. You're my good granddaughter," an old voice said.
"What about Jack?"
"That idiot, he killed him."
"I told you," Chloe said. "There's no need to bother others with such a small matter. I can handle it myself. Will the Supernatural Organization kill Brighton to vent their anger?"
"I don't know. I hope they won't do something so stupid. Otherwise, there's no need for them to exist."
"Grandpa, those people from the Supernatural Organization are nothing to worry about. Why don't we just charge into their headquarters?"
"Wooley investigated the area. Although the Supernatural Organization is weak, there seems to be a large number of evil spirits in their headquarters. I don't know what agreement they made with the evil spirit group, but they can coexist peacefully. If we attack rashly, not only will we have to face the Supernatural Organization, but we might also have to face a large number of evil spirits. So, we can't attack their headquarters. I don't want my granddaughter to do something so dangerous."
"Then we'll attack their headquarters during the day."
"Right now, we only have you, Wooley, Jack, Daris, and me. Even if those evil spirits don't come out during the day, it's still not safe. Let's wait until your parents bring people to Los Angeles."
"How troublesome. Why don't we just capture their boss and force them to hand over Brighton?"
"Wooley said that when he was investigating the Supernatural Organization today, he met the president of the Supernatural Organization and shot their boss."
"This is hilarious … The Supernatural Organization is so weak. Their boss was killed with one shot." Chloe laughed out loud. "What's there to be afraid of? I can take care of such a useless organization by myself."
…
"Guild Leader, something's happened."
As soon as Chen Zhao picked up, he heard West's urgent and heavy voice.
"What happened?"
"Bill's dead, and Mor's in the hospital in a car accident."
"Uh … accident?" Chen Zhao asked, confused.
"Bill was beaten to death. He was beaten to death in the hospital." West said seriously, "Mor, according to the witness, he ran onto the road and was hit by a speeding car. I think he was under an illusion."
Chen Zhao furrowed his brows. "Who did it?"
"I don't know. I have no clue."
Chen Zhao remembered that he'd been shot by that person on his way here in the morning.
Chen Zhao didn't feel good at all.
He'd forgotten how it felt to be near death.
West paused for a few seconds.
"Guild Leader, something happened to Morid too."
Chen Zhao's heart sank. "It's all the people outside the headquarters. Tell them to stay here for now. Oh … Did you hear from Engelite?"
"No, I'll call him now."
"I'll contact Engelite. Keep an eye on the people in the headquarters. Don't let them move."
Chen Zhao had always despised the Supernatural Organization.
But now, he was the president of the organization.
Now that his underlings were being bullied, Chen Zhao had to help.
Plus, Chen Zhao had almost been shot in the head today.
"Hey, Engelite, where are you?"
"Huh? President … I'm in a meeting at the company. I'll call you later. "
"A group of people is attacking our people. Bill is dead. Mor and Morid are in the hospital with serious injuries. Where are you? I'll go find you."
"Huh?" Engelite was shocked. "I'm at the company."
"F * ck, I'm asking you where the company is."
"xxxx, Violet Street."
"Stay in the company and don't walk around," Chen Zhao said. "Those people probably won't attack randomly. I'll go now."
…
Chen Zhao hurried to Engelite's company.
Engelite was an insurance salesman.
Chen Zhao called Engelite again when he was there.
Engelite delayed for more than ten minutes before going downstairs.
"Why are you so slow?"
"President, I'm preparing this." Engelite handed Chen Zhao a document.
"What is it?"
"Insurance policy. President, this is a rare opportunity. If you buy this policy, you'll definitely earn. If something happens, a $12,000 insurance policy can pay you $1.25 million. Don't you think it's a good deal?"
Seeing that Chen Zhao was silent, Engelite continued excitedly, "Not only you, but I also prepared an insurance policy for the other people in the association."
"Did you buy it for yourself?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Not yet," Engelite said. "The rule of the insurance industry is that you can't buy an insurance policy for yourself. I don't want others to earn this money."
"You better go buy one now," Chen Zhao said, gritting his teeth. "Otherwise, I'll want to slap you to death."
"…"
Engelite shuddered, not daring to look at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao's shadow vision suddenly opened.
He saw a woman looking at them from afar.
Chen Zhao patted Engelite's shoulder calmly. "Let's go. Get in my car."
"But my car is still in the garage."
"Then you can go to the garage. Oh right, there are already two people watching us. I believe that as long as you enter the garage, they will follow."
Engelite took out his phone. Chen Zhao looked at him. "Who are you calling?"
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