United Kingdom, DEM headquarters, conference room.
The heavy atmosphere made the entire conference room extremely depressing.
Around a luxurious conference table was a circle of DEM's British directors.
However, every director who should have lived like a prince had their right arm wrapped in a cast and bandage.
"No!"
Roger McDowell knocked on the table with his left hand. His face was gloomy.
"We can't just let this go!"
A few days ago, it was shocking to hear that a terrorist attack occurred while Wescott was transferring "Material A" to Tiangong City. This led to the loss of "Material A", which was extremely important to DEM, as well as the loss of hundreds of magicians.
This kind of loss was unbearable even for DEM.
McDowell, who had been plotting to seize power, immediately gathered the directors of the board of directors and made things difficult for Wescott, preparing to seize his power.
Then —
This group of people was brutally suppressed by Irene.
Although there was a display device and the right arm that was cut off by Irene was intact, the trauma and fear in their hearts could not be eliminated.
"Don't tell me you're planning to keep silent?"
McDowell waved his right arm.
"Even if you say that, what can you do?"
A director with a beard looked at McDowell with some fear.
McDowell snorted and moved his body. "Through this incident, we are once again convinced that Wescott is a monster! His thinking, values, and style of doing things are completely different from ours!! "
McDowell clenched his left hand tightly, narrowed his eyes, and scanned the crowd.
"We have to get rid of him, or DEM will be dragged into the abyss sooner or later!"
In the conference room, no one responded.
A hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of some directors who had their heads lowered.
Everyone knew that McDowell, who said such high-sounding words, was just coveting Wescott's power.
However, weren't they the same?
Otherwise, they would not have united to pressure Wescott —
Then Irene cut off his right arm.
"Then, Mr. McDowell, what do you plan to do?"
Another board member spoke.
"With Irene by his side, we can't win, right?"
"That's not necessarily true …"
A sinister smile appeared on Madoff's face.
"In the satellite orbit, there are 23 man-made satellites belonging to DEM. Eight of them have been scrapped and are waiting to be disposed of."
The directors frowned as an ominous premonition arose in their hearts.
"First of all, we will send an airship to the vicinity of Heavenly Palace City to launch a constant random field to interfere with the detection equipment of Heavenly Palace City so that they can't monitor space. Then — "
"As long as we create a small accident, we can make the satellites that are scheduled to be abandoned fall into Heavenly Palace City!"
"At the same time, issue a space-quake warning!"
After saying that, McDawk leaned back in his chair and chuckled.
"It's really a disaster. Heavenly Palace City has once again encountered an unprecedented space-quake. All of the space-quake shelters are useless, and the entire city center of Heavenly Palace City has been destroyed. Our DEM executive director, Mr. Wiscott, has also died. Tsk tsk tsk …"
What a terrifying fellow!
All the directors felt a chill in their hearts.
In order to murder Wei Scott, the entire Heavenly Palace City was buried with him.
"There's a problem."
A slightly younger director spoke up.
"The Earth has an atmosphere, and the satellites have been burned before they fell. How did you make the satellites crash and cause such a disaster?"
"I have my own way!"
McDawk snorted.
"Now, everyone, do you have any questions?"
The conference room fell into silence again.
No one agreed, but no one objected either.
⑧
It was dusk.
In the backyard of the Chocolate and Vanilla Café, there was a garden.
Eight-cloud Ink sat on a moon-white velvet carpet on the soft grass and took off the hairpin on her head.
Her silky hair covered the ground like the quiet night.
Opposite her was Yukari, who sat with her legs closed.
A short table was placed between the two.
At this time, the siblings were playing chess.
On the chessboard, the black and white pieces crisscrossed and were locked in battle.
However, there was no trace of anger between Eight-cloud Ink and Yukari.
Yui's head was resting on Eight-cloud Ink's lap. She hugged a ball of long hair and used it as a blanket to cover her body. Mei Jiu and Origami looked at her with envy.
However, whether it was the two of them or the other elves who had turned into lolis, they didn't dare to act rashly.
There was no other reason. The pressure that Yukari and Yukari gave them was too great.
Mei Jiu was spanked by Yukari at the beginning.
When Origami tried to secretly reverse engineer Eight-cloud Ink, she was interrupted by Yukari for half an hour.
Then, all the elven girls became obedient.
Shido, Tohka, Kotori, and Ling Yin couldn't stand the pressure and wanted to leave and go home.
However, Eight-cloud Ink made them stay.
After all, Seven Sins was still in the dark.
"I haven't seen you for a while, but you're still so powerful."
Seeing that his black pieces were at a disadvantage, Eight-cloud Ink sighed.
So far, he had never won a game of chess.
However, facing an old … ahem, big monster like Yukari, it wasn't surprising that he lost.
"It's because Mo 'er's heart isn't calm enough …"
"Well, it's just that there's been a lot of trouble recently."
Yukari glanced at the little lolis who were sitting obediently beside Yukari and laughed.
"Hehe, is it because of these little guys?"
Ashina lowered her head in shame.
Ashina didn't care about the others, but she actually made a fuss because she became smaller. This made Ashina feel embarrassed.
Especially when her daughter, Yui, knew about these things.
When she thought of the scene where Yui picked her smaller self up like a doll, Ashina felt that she had to work hard to re-establish the image of a "perfect mother" in her daughter's heart.
Yukari's gaze swept across all the elven girls.
Then, he suddenly closed his folding fan with a "pa" sound and laughed.
"Mo 'er, although what you did before was passable, it's obvious that you still need to improve on the use of demon power."
"Hmm?"
"Hasn't the mark you left in someone's body been removed?"
Eight-cloud Ink was stunned for a moment before she reacted.
Immediately, Eight-cloud Ink pressed her hands on the ground. Then, the demon power scattered in all directions and enveloped the entire courtyard.
A barrier was formed that outsiders couldn't enter, and the people inside couldn't leave either.
Yukari nodded in satisfaction when she saw Eight-cloud Ink's technique.
Eight-cloud Ink heard a message from Yukari's words.
The Phantom that he had been investigating previously was here.
"What's wrong?"
Ashina jogged to Eight-cloud Ink's side.
"Nothing."
Seeing Ashina in her lolita form, Eight-cloud Ink touched her head subconsciously, then looked at the group of lolis and a certain shota sitting beside Yukari.
She looked around and finally fixed her eyes on Ling Yin.
Ling Yin pursed her lips and sighed when Eight-cloud Ink stared at her.
"As expected … I can't hide it anymore …"
"It's really you."
Eight-cloud Ink smiled.
"Although I had my suspicions before, if it weren't for Big Sister, I wouldn't have been able to confirm that it was you — Phantom."
"What?!"
Everyone turned to look at Ling Yin.
Kotori even crushed her pearl with her teeth. Her face was filled with shock and disbelief.
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