"Should I call the police now?"
After Li Mochen left, Mike Ross asked Spector in a low voice, "Harvey, I think the security guards in the building are still working."
"Since you're talking about security guards, it means that you're aware of the danger, right?"
Specter stared coldly at his assistant lawyer. "Mr. Ross, do we have enough evidence to convict him of a crime? I can bet that the body can't be found. He did fight back in self-defense, didn't he? I'm afraid our testimony won't be able to do anything to him. Even if we can let him live, how many years can he be sentenced to? Also, his surname is Wildenstein after all! So, do you understand the consequences of offending this guy? Even if you can move in the future and disappear, our law firm can't. If anything happens, who will be responsible for your grandmother's sky-high medical bills, my dear Mike? "
"I think so too, but you're the boss after all."
Mike Ross shrugged. "I think you're too cautious and servile in front of him, Harvey. This isn't like you normally, and it might make him look down on you. Have you forgotten? You carry that magic artifact with you, and even a level-twelve outsider can't do anything to you. "
Spector's expression suddenly became a little unsightly. This guy was clearly accusing him of being a coward.
"Mike, are you sure? This guy only used an unsharpened training steel sword to kill a level-eight Mana Hermit in thirty seconds. Damn it, he's only sixteen! So are you sure that the magic artifact on me can resist his magic gun? That should be an alloy warhammer, right? "
"But I guess the chances of him shooting at the time were very low. He didn't have a silencer."
Mike laughed. "That guy definitely didn't want to alarm the nearby police. Once he did, it would be attempted murder, and we could send him to prison for more than twenty years."
"That makes sense."
Spector couldn't help but say coldly, "But please tell me, Mike, when did you think of this? Who was the one who reversed three times in a row and didn't fall into the alley? Attempted murder? You think you can live after he shoots you? Or do you want to bet that he was just trying to scare you? "
Mike Ross couldn't help but be speechless, and Specter impatiently stuffed the contract in his hands into his arms: "Enough! Remember to meet him at Linden College on Monday afternoon at three o'clock. Dress me up and put on your best suit. Ross, you should know the value of this employer, right? Nathan Sports Group had obviously unearthed this gem. If nothing unexpected happens, I think he will be one of our biggest employers in a year or two at the most. Don't you want to be a partner in the law firm? This could be your chance, Mike. "
"Well, for my partner. So this is the key, right? Is he our future sugar daddy? "
"That's right! I have a feeling that we will get millions of gold shields from him. "
Specter adjusted his collar. He was already ready to get off work: "Seems like today is your lucky day. As for those idiots downstairs, they will sooner or later find out that they missed a huge gold mine. They are much better than Bloody Hand's Antonio. So, Mike, you must satisfy him with your service, understand? "
…
At six o'clock the next morning, Li Mochen hurried out after making some careful preparations.
Of course, he wasn't going to work. His job at Cai's Chinese Restaurant was already gone. William had called the Chinese restaurant four days ago. The manager had apologized to them and said that they had found a new waiter.
Originally, William Jacques wanted to invite him to look for a new job this weekend, but Li Mochen rejected him. He had now roughly figured out this world and found his way to make money. The option of working for someone else had already been put in the last place.
After leaving, as usual, Li Mochen took a detour through the complicated alleys. After shaking off the people following him, he entered the subway station and boarded the train.
This time, his destination was the Atwood Church of Light in the center of the City of Atlanta.
The Atwood Church of Light covered an area of about 700 acres. Apart from the magnificent baroque structure in the center, the rest of the land was mostly turned into lawns and gardens. Most of the land had been turned into lawns and gardens, and people could come and go as they pleased.
Li Mochen wasn't in the mood to appreciate the scenery. He quickly walked into the church and pretended to pray with the other believers of Light. Then, he walked to the priest on duty and handed him 1,000 gold shields.
"You are going to the World of Darkness?"
The priest looked at Li Mochen in surprise. "Sir, I have to warn you that it is an extremely dangerous place. Although the area around Ghost City has been cleared, there are still many dark creatures lurking around. It is not a fun place. For you, your life is in danger at any time. You are still too young, sir. For the sake of your life, I refuse to provide you with my service. "
Li Mochen sighed inwardly. Then, he handed over his driver's license. "Sir, of course I know it is dangerous there."
The priest on duty took it and glanced at it, and his expression began to change in bewilderment.
"Andre Lee Wildenstein?"
"Just as you thought."
Li Mochen's face was full of a proud smile, "Yes, Reverend, I think I can take responsibility for my life."
"Alright, alright! I know that the Wildenstein family has people there. They have guns, a stronghold, and property. This is your pass. Please take this to the Demon Sealing Hall next door. "
The priest on duty handed an iron pass with magic markings to Li Mochen and complained in a low voice, "I don't understand. The Wildenstein family has their own magic array. Why would they come here and use our church's?"
Li Mochen didn't answer. He just pretended to smile mysteriously and left with the pass.
The Demon Sealing Hall was to the left of the church. It was a magnificent building. Because it was built eight hundred years ago, the stone walls were covered with the marks of time.
It was said that when the New Continent was first discovered, there was a huge spatial rift here. It caused a large number of dark creatures to flood into the World of Light, which became the biggest threat to the immigrants of Georgia. Therefore, the New Church of Light paid a huge price to seal the rift and built a church here. They named it Atwood.
The Demon Sealing Hall was where the spatial rift was located.
It was also one of the main entrances to the World of Darkness from the City of Atlanta. Although it was expensive, it was safe.
After all, not every Demonic Energy Boundary Formation could allow people to reach the World of Darkness safely and unscathed.
After Li Mochen entered, under the guidance of a ceremonial attendant, he entered the Magic Energy Array with the pass he received.
There was already a group of people waiting there. They were all magic professionals. There were men, women, young, and old, and all of them were well-dressed.
When some of them saw Li Mochen's arrival, they all looked at him with surprise and astonishment. One of them was a young woman with an unrestrained temperament. She was beautiful and valiant. She was as fit as a cheetah. She whistled. "Hey, pretty boy. How old are you? Have you reached Level Five in the magic profession? Are you going to feed the dark creatures? It would be a waste to let such good flesh die. How about this, you just need me to be your bodyguard for a day. Is that okay? "
This sentence immediately caused the surrounding people to burst into laughter, and whistles could be heard continuously. Li Mochen ignored her. He walked to a corner of the magic array and sat down. He closed his eyes and did not say a word. The woman teased Li Mochen a few more times. Seeing that Li Mochen did not move, she got bored and shifted her attention.
Ten minutes later, there were thirty people present. Then, a priest walked into the magic array, and the magic array began to glow.
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