At the same time, in the Exxon Magic Energy Laboratory.
Outside the glass wall, Dwight Payton was wearing glasses, his fists crossed over his chest, and quietly looking at the laboratory in front of him. Just three minutes later, a young man in a white coat came to Dwight with a stack of documents.
"Mr. Paton, the test report is out, and the results are very surprising. The inspector's inference is correct."
Dwight Payton's eyes narrowed slightly. "That is to say, someone did hit Ichabod's throat at a speed of more than 320 kilometers per hour?"
"Just as you said."
The young man smiled and said, "But according to our calculations, that person's sword speed should have exceeded 350 kilometers per hour."
"350 kilometers?"
Dwight was even more surprised. "But as far as I know, his opponent was only a level-three magic swordsman."
"I don't know the specifics, but we have done repeated tests, and there is enough evidence to support this. In fact, if it weren't for the strong enough armor you provided, this student Ichabod's fate would have been more than just fainting. "
As the young man spoke, he waved the documents in his hand. "I can be responsible for the report we gave."
"Even if it is made public?"
Dwight knew the answer when he saw the indifferent look on the other party's face. He then frowned and fell into deep thought.
At this time, behind him, a younger man in a suit said incredulously, "Isn't this too exaggerated? A level-three magic swordsman can reach a speed of 350 kilometers per hour without the help of any magic? Is it possible that someone else helped? "
"That's unlikely, right?"
This was another staff member of Nathan Sports Group. "There were only the two of them in the ring, and the referee. But that Mr. Sampson is only a level-seven magic judge, he couldn't have done it either. I can't think of a reason why this referee would help the other student, André. "
"That's not necessarily true. I found some very interesting things here. This student, André, is not simple. His full name is Andre Lee Wildenstein. Don't you have any connections? In fact, he was the 19th heir of the Wildenstein family. Although, according to our investigation, this person does not seem to be considered a member of the Wildenstein family as a whole. Then there was Linden Academy. Louise Linden had transferred from Star Pulse Noble Academy to Linden Academy to help the two combat clubs in Linden Academy regroup. But if my student André is also defeated, Linden Academy will lose all hope of participating in the team competition. "
"In other words, there is a possibility of an exchange of benefits between the two sides?"
"How is this possible? The Linden family wouldn't do such a thing, would they? If that's the case, then the reputation that Linden Academy has built up over the centuries will be completely ruined. "
"But other than that, is there any other reasonable explanation? Should he explain to the public that it was a level-3 Spellswordsman who destroyed Ichabod's armor with a sword speed of 350 kilometers per hour? That's ridiculous. Why don't we just admit that our armor malfunctioned? "
"It's not that ridiculous. With the help of some special bloodlines and special secret arts, it's possible to achieve that. Student André has an extraordinary background! "
At this moment, the young man in the white coat raised his hand with an impatient look in his eyes. "Hey! Hey! Gentlemen! Can you please stop for a moment? Before you start your discussion, I would like to ask you to take a look at this. "
Dwight raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the young man. He found that the young man had taken out a picture from a normal folder.
"What is this?"
Dwight reached out and took the picture in his hand. Then, his pupils shrank slightly.
"This is the design of the weapon that we deduced from the damage on the armor. I think you should be able to use it?"
The young man smiled. "It looks like a very ordinary runic steel sword. It's very suitable for beginners."
"Thank you, Ackerson! I owe you a favor this time. "
Dwight no longer lingered and strode out of the room. At the same time, he ordered the people behind him, "From now on, investigate everything about Student André. Pay attention to all of his matches. I need the most professional personnel and the most professional equipment. "
"The most professional personnel? Can Gallup Business Research do? I'll get them to deploy a reliable team. "
"No!"
Dwight hesitated for a moment. "Business research companies have their limitations. Find the Sky Eye Detective Agency. They are very famous recently. Tell them that I only want results. It's best if it's before the fourth round of the NHSAA Cold Weapon Competition in Atlanta. As for the specific price, you can negotiate with them. "
His assistant immediately understood. This "only want results" meant that all kinds of legal or illegal methods could be used.
…
When Li Mochen woke up, he found himself lying in a room filled with white hues. If he was not mistaken, this should be a hospital ward. Then, Li Mochen stared blankly at the ceiling above him and began to stare blankly.
Extraordinary humiliation! Extraordinary humiliation! He really did not have the face to see anyone! He did not expect that his decades of clean reputation would be completely destroyed in a single night. A moment of carelessness had caused him to fall into the hands of two little girls who had not even fully grown their hair.
Shouldn't they kill him to silence him? If today's matter was known by his disciples in the Original Dome Realm, how could he, Tao Ran, still be their teacher? Those enemies would definitely laugh their heads off.
However, just a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Then, an old man in a tuxedo pushed the door open and walked in.
"Student André, you've already woken up, haven't you?"
The old man glanced at Li Mochen carefully before walking to his window. "How do you feel now? Do you feel any other discomfort? "
Li Mochen glanced at the old man expressionlessly. Then, he looked away and continued to look at the ceiling with a disheartened expression.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Miss Angela's personal butler. My name is Rosia."
The old man in a tuxedo who called himself Rosia bowed with incomparable elegance. "I was entrusted by Miss to take care of Student André here until you wake up. In addition, Miss also asked me to sincerely apologize to you on behalf of her and Miss Lina. She also asked you to forgive Miss Lina's rashness. "
However, at this moment, Li Mochen did not have any reaction, as if he was dead.
Seeing this, Rosia could not help but shake his head slightly. "I've already invited the best Saint Healer in the nearby church to treat all your injuries and help you recover. If Student André still feels unwell, you can mention it to the hospital. You can also do a full body checkup. All the medical expenses will be paid by us. Also, this is a small gift from my Miss. Take it as a token of apology — "
As he spoke, he placed two wooden boxes on the small table beside the bed. "There are some tonics inside that can help Student André recover. Please allow me to make my own decision. Just now, the Saint Healer felt that your body is very weak. "
However, Li Mochen's expression was still wooden and he did not respond at all. This personal butler called Rosia could only bow again helplessly and walk out of the ward. He was extremely puzzled. Logically speaking, this guy should have taken advantage of him. Why did he look like he had been raped instead?
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