A black suit was almost the standard for a professional bodyguard.
Franklin was tall and strong. When he stood in front of people, he would emit an invisible pressure. Judging from his appearance, he was the most suitable member of the exploration team as a bodyguard.
Nobunaga's body was average and his height was also up to standard. Wearing a black suit, he looked quite stylish.
Among the four, the Swordsmen were the most aggrieved. For a bodyguard, his height was not even up to standard. In comparison, Culolo barely passed the standard.
Parker held the bald man's arm with a faint smile on her face.
The two of them walked in front while the other four members of the exploration team as bodyguards followed behind them.
The bald man had become a puppet controlled by the Swordsmen. He was also the key for the exploration team to sneak into the Convention.
The number of bodyguards in front of the gate increased to 20. They lined up outside the gate and emitted a strong aura.
Among them, a burly guard strode forward and blocked Ku Luoluo's group.
The bald man expressionlessly took out a small and exquisite invitation from his pocket and handed it to the guard. The latter took the invitation and checked it. After confirming that there was no mistake, he immediately let them pass.
The group of six went through the gate and boarded the open-top tour bus.
"Ordinary people."
Ku Luoluo calculated silently.
In front of the main gate, in addition to the 20 guards on the surface, there were about 50 people in the dark. There were no telekinesis users among them.
There were nearly 70 people in front of the main gate. Using this number as a reference, the number of guards in the O 'Hara Museum should be no less than 10 times this number. This was the lowest estimate.
"From the beginning, there was no room for a forceful attack …"
Culolo tilted his head slightly and looked at the large expanse of greenery that stretched out from the roadside. The corner of his mouth raised slightly.
The number of people and the armed forces could cause a qualitative change. In a situation where there was a choice, a forceful attack was unwise.
Not to mention the fact that this private museum was indeed unique. It was able to prevent vigilantes from finding out the real background of the museum, and it was able to get the local government to agree to let so many armed guards to guard the place. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a difficult bone to chew.
After the tour bus drove for about five minutes, Culolo saw the museum built by three ancient trees in the distance. One of the taller trees was the main building and also the place where the ancient books were placed.
Seeing the museum, Culolo's eyelids drooped slightly, covering the flash of light that disappeared.
The tour bus stopped midway. A team with excellent firearms approached. The leader politely said, "Please cooperate with the inspection."
The bald man got off the bus. Culolo and the others calmly also got off the bus.
Nobunaga didn't even bring his katana with him to avoid unnecessary trouble. Nobunaga didn't even bring his katana with him.
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. and the inspection equipment made a sound.
The leader said calmly, "Please lay down your arms and rest assured. The O 'Hara Museum's defense is obvious to all."
The bald man waved his hand, and Ku Luoluo and the others took out their pistols and handed them to the armed team.
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Since the tour bus driver was from the O 'Hara Museum, the members of the exploration team did not communicate with each other on the bus.
With the strength of the exploration team, there was no need to rely on firearms. The reason why they had guns on them was to hide their identity as bodyguards.
The O 'Hara Museum did not check the equipment at the main entrance. They only stopped them midway. This approach might have some meaning, but it was not important.
The tour bus stopped in front of the largest palace-like building. Everyone got off the bus one after another.
A butler came to lead the way for Culolo and the others. They went straight to the banquet hall.
Twelve o 'clock at noon. It was Cloba's high standard banquet for the guests. After the meal, they moved to the museum.
Entering the banquet hall, the exploration team was separated.
The controlled bald man and Parker Norda entered the main hall, while the bodyguards were arranged to the side hall. Although they could see the situation in the main hall, it also showed the result of their status.
The bodyguards' table was for ten people. After Culolo and the Swordsmen sat down, they immediately attracted the disdainful gazes of the other bodyguards. They were obviously bodyguards who were used to judging people by their appearance. When Franklin sat down, they retracted their gazes.
Culolo did not care about the clowns at the same table. He looked around and silently memorized the positions of the bodyguards in his mind.
"Along the way, the people I saw were all carrying high-firepower automatic rifles. The number of bodyguards in the banquet hall is no less than two hundred, but no one is wearing conspicuous firearms. Judging from their bulging clothes, they only have pistols."
"They pay attention to safety and pay attention to showing off their skills."
"Is there a difference between necessary and unnecessary …?"
Culolo retracted his gaze. His fingertips gently stroked the knife and fork as he muttered to himself. It seemed that when stealing, the key was the movement caused by Woking and the others.
In such a crowded room, the exploration team members did not rashly use Ning. Therefore, it was impossible to determine how many telekinetic ability users there were in this banquet hall with so many people.
Time passed. When it was twelve o 'clock, symphony music resounded throughout the banquet hall. It was the orchestra playing their instruments.
In the majestic performance, a man in formal clothes got up from the main table. It was Cloba. He walked towards the stage at the side of the orchestra.
Sa Ling's seat was near the main table. It could be seen that Cloba valued Sa Ling. This was also the result of the interaction between Sa Ling and Cloba in the past two days.
There were eight people at that table. Mickey and Angie were also there. Beside Sa Ling was a rough man who looked like Zhang Fei. His skin was dark and did not fit in with the guests around him.
"Can't you wear a passable mask?" Sa Ling whispered in the man's ear.
"I want to, but the problem is that I don't."
The Zhang Fei-like man glanced at Sa Ling and then looked at the stage. To be precise, he looked at Cloba.
He was an extremely important partner. Of course, the premise was that they could reach an agreement.
This rough-looking man was Law who rushed to the O 'Hara Museum in time. Among the many masks, he chose a passable one. In order to match his face, he even adjusted his voice.
Sa Ling sighed softly and looked at the stage.
Her and Law's seemingly intimate actions were seen by Mickey and Angie who were at the same table.
Mickey, who had the intention of poaching Law, quietly observed Law.
Angie was laughing at Sa Ling's aesthetics in her heart. In her view, Law was Sa Ling's immediate superior. He probably had another identity that everyone knew.
The beautiful music stopped abruptly. A slightly hoarse mature male voice sounded, attracting everyone's attention, including the bodyguards.
"Thank you for coming. Those who are familiar with me know that I am only on stage to express my feelings. I won't say any useless words. I will replace it with a song."
Cloba stood straight, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The orchestra immediately started playing.
The moment the accompaniment sounded, Law clearly noticed that most of the guests around him had a different expression, including the people at the same table.
Could it be …?
Law was deep in thought. Then, Cloba's voice that tortured the ears of others was amplified through the microphone and spread to the audience.
Sorry to disturb …
Law opened his mouth and looked at Cloba who was singing on stage. His singing was like a pig being slaughtered. It was really unbearable to listen to.
"This voice is even more terrifying than Woking's."
At a table in the side hall.
Culolo, Swordsmen, Nobunaga, and Franklin looked at each other.
"His voice is even more terrifying than Woking's."
Through eye contact, they came to the same conclusion.
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