It was an hour's drive from Bute Airport to the O'Hara Museum.
On the way to the O'Hara Museum, Sa Ling felt that the books and light luggage were a little troublesome, so she asked the driver to change the route to the hotel that she had booked in advance.
She was still a little anxious.
Every year, the hotel near the O'Hara Museum would be full of people during the Appreciation Conference, and they had to book in advance to get a room.
That was because the guests who came to the Appreciation Conference were not short of money, and they brought many bodyguards with them. Most of them directly booked the entire floor of the hotel.
An hour later, Sa Ling walked into the main hall of the hotel. When she saw the queue waiting for registration, she frowned. She could only wait.
After almost two hours, Sa Ling finally finished registering. After putting the books and luggage in the room, she hurriedly left the hotel and went to the O'Hara Museum.
It was around three in the afternoon.
The O'Hara Museum was located in a private park. It was the most famous building in Bute City, as it was built from three thousand-year-old trees, and was completed by the five most famous designers in the world.
The ancient trees were cut down from the forest, and then transported to Bute City with a lot of money and manpower before being processed into a stunning building.
The three ancient trees stood opposite each other. Under the premise of not destroying the original foundation, doors and windows were built. Between the trees, there were several walkways in the air.
Not far away, there were two buildings that were mainly made of wood. This was to fit in with the surrounding park environment, as well as the iconic O'Hara Museum.
The two modern palace-like buildings were Cloba's mansion and the mansion of his servants.
Opening up a private park in the city, transporting three thousand-year-old trees from afar, and turning them into a famous museum. At the same time, there were many valuable collectibles inside. It could only be said that the rich were willful.
To put it bluntly, the area where the O'Hara Museum was located was truly a place where every inch of land was worth an inch of gold.
Sa Ling came to a small square in front of the main entrance of the O'Hara Museum. In the middle of the square, there was a five to six-meter-tall humanoid statue of Cloba.
The main entrance was a grand iron gate that opened on both sides. Towering white walls extended out from both sides. Two large security booths were built opposite each other. There were six bodyguards in black suits standing guard outside, and there were no less than twenty people in the booths.
The bodyguards had different skin colors, yellow, white, and black. The only thing they had in common was that they were tall and strong.
"As the rumors say, the security is tight."
Sa Ling thought silently. As a private museum, O 'Hara's was not open to the public, but its level of defense was unmatched by any other museum.
At the end of the day, Cloba had named this place the O 'Hara Museum, but it was also his residence. Naturally, the security could not be casual.
Sa Ling took out a small and exquisite gilded invitation card from her pocket and walked towards the guard post, ignoring the several peeping eyes around her.
Those peeping eyes belonged to a group of reporters who had not received an invitation.
To get an invitation, one had to meet at least one condition: a well-known collector, rich, powerful, and knowledgeable.
The reporters who could participate in the appreciation convention were all selected by Cloba's organizers. As a result, there were many reporters who were not qualified to participate in the convention hidden far away.
Outside the guard booth, a black man looked coldly at Sa Ling who was walking over. He glanced at the invitation in Sa Ling's hand, and his cold gaze softened a little. He took the initiative to greet her.
Five meters. This was the distance between the black man and Sa Ling when they stopped at the same time.
Sa Ling handed the invitation card over. The black bodyguard took the invitation card and carefully checked it. He then opened it and took out a badge that looked like a work permit. There was a photo on it.
The appreciation convention would begin the day after tomorrow. However, Sa Ling was not the only guest who had arrived in advance.
After the black bodyguard strictly confirmed it, he returned the invitation card to Sa Ling. At the same time, he turned his body and made an inviting gesture with his arm.
Sa Ling took the invitation card, nodded at him, and walked towards the main entrance.
Creak …
The iron gate opened. Not far away, several small open-top tour buses were on standby. Beside them stood several men wearing white gloves and steward's uniform.
Sa Ling sat on the tour bus. The driver also got on the bus and started the tour bus. They drove along the wide road towards the palace-like building in the distance.
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Bit City, Hallanda Square.
Outside the fast food restaurant, a group of people dressed in different clothes took up three tables. Perhaps it was because the aura they unintentionally emitted was scary enough that there was a vacuum around them, which was incompatible with the bustling scene in the square.
This group of people was the Phantom Squadron who came for the appreciation convention. Everyone was slightly disguised, such as wearing a hat or sunglasses.
The three tables were next to each other. There were a lot of hamburgers, cola, and fries on them. All the members were sitting around the table.
The baby-faced young Swordsmen took out a schedule and put it on the table. He said, "The day after tomorrow, before 12 noon, all the invited guests will enter the venue. According to the rules of the organizer, each guest can only bring five bodyguards."
"Because of the limit of the number of guests and the extraordinary status of the invited guests, the selected bodyguards should be the best of the best. That is to say, in addition to the O 'Hara Museum's own defense force, we have to face about five hundred elite bodyguards."
"The schedule of the appreciation convention is as follows. At 12 noon, the host and guests will have lunch in the mansion. The meal will end at 1 pm. After that, they will walk for three minutes to the O 'Hara Museum."
"The end time is 5: 30 pm. After that, there will be an open-air banquet."
"During the meal, at about 7: 30 pm, three valuable treasures will be displayed on a built stage. It is said that one of the seven beauties in the world will be among them."
"At present, we are not sure how many bodyguards the organizer has. In addition to the five hundred elite bodyguards, we don't know how many telekinesis ability users there will be. Although the extra five hundred bodyguards is bad news, the good news is that the guests have basically brought treasures."
Chivalrous Swordsman explained the general itinerary of the Convention. After he finished, he looked at Kuluoluo and asked, "Before we decide on the plan, we have to decide whether to attack or outsmart them. Captain, do you want to decide or let everyone vote?"
The Swordsmen's age in the exploration team was below the average, but most of the plans of the exploration team were basically drawn up by him. Collecting information was also one of his jobs.
"Vote," the captain said lightly.
As soon as the captain finished speaking, the battle maniac Woking smiled and took the lead to vote. "Attack."
"Outsmart them," Machi said.
"Outsmart them," Parknord said.
"Attack," Feitan said.
"Outsmart them," Nobunaga said.
Woking stared at Nobunaga and said sarcastically, "Coward."
Nobunaga was too lazy to respond to him. Did he really think that the O 'Hara Museum's defense was weak?
The voting results came out quickly. 10 to 3, Outsmart won.
After receiving the results, the Swordsmen smiled and raised three fingers.
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