Accompanied by Qitai and Brent, Li Mochen returned to the bright world and soon learned another piece of good news.
When he returned to the Unicorn Apartment, the apartment housekeeper on duty here stopped him and handed him a note with some numbers on it.
"About a day ago, someone called the lobby and reported this number to us. He said that he had called your home phone several times, but no one answered. As agreed, he left this message with us.
On our side, they also said that this is an agreement between you and them, and you will understand after reading it."
In fact, Li Mochen already knew who the person who left this number was. After taking the note, he glanced at it, turned his head and said: "I'm going out next, alone! Don't worry, I'm just going to meet a few people.
I personally will not do anything that violates the sponsorship contract."
Qitai and Brent Goodman, who were following behind, both frowned. The former then smiled bitterly: "Boss, please go back quickly, otherwise, we won't be able to explain to the superiors."
After experiencing the hunting trip in the dark world, he no longer worried about Li Mochen's safety.
Li Mochen raised his arm to show that he knew, and then he took the elevator to the underground garage below the apartment. His Norfolk Lotus 350 sports car was parked here. Since he rarely had the opportunity to use it these days, the body was covered with paint.
Covered with a thin layer of dust.
After Li Mochen opened the car door, he casually placed the Ghost Fire Dragon in his hood on the passenger seat and tied it with a seat belt.
——This little guy slept soundly. He must be tired from being in the dark world.
Although Friday's green-horned toothed lion and dragon vein did not participate in the battle due to attribute restraint, in the next few days, this little guy really showed his strength. Li Mochen would sometimes use it with bad intentions.
He was thrown into a group of ferocious dark creatures, and then he clasped his fists in his chest and watched with a smile as they struggled to escape for their lives.
So since they safely returned to Ghost City at five o'clock in the afternoon, Longmai has been sleeping until now.
Li Mochen was not worried at all, this was just what he expected.
However, after tying up the Nether Fire Dragon, he still touched the little guy's whole body, and then inserted a trace of true energy into its body to explore it carefully. After confirming that the Nether Fire Dragon was in good condition, Li Mochen turned the key and opened it.
engine, and drove this Norfolk Lotus 350 out of the garage.
According to the sponsorship agreement, Li Mochen was not allowed to violate traffic regulations such as speeding and drag racing. However, he still drove the sports car to the limit allowed by the traffic regulations. He also kept changing directions and passed through three roads in a row.
A complex overpass opens into an underground tunnel.
It wasn't until here that Li Mochen looked slightly relaxed and realized that the vehicles that had been following behind him were all gone.
——In the past, he used to circle around in complicated alleyways to get rid of the pursuers behind him. However, this method was time-consuming and laborious, and it was difficult to completely get rid of the pursuers.
But now with this car, it is much more convenient. While driving at high speed, he can easily distinguish the tracker's position and quickly get out of the other party's sensing range. He can also use the traffic along the way and complex roads.
, traffic lights, overpasses and other facilities to get rid of these people.
But the main thing is not to get rid of those long-distance sensing magic instruments - this is the most difficult thing, you need to get out of their sensing range as quickly as possible.
After Li Mochen made sure that no one was following him, he drove straight to Dongcheng and came to a motel in the suburbs. Then he met the person he wanted to see in Room 321 here.
They were three young men in simple clothes, similar to the images in the photo. They all had a fierce and wild aura, like cheetahs and tigers in the wilderness.
"Li Tailai!"
"Kermit Collinson!"
"Lawrence Collinson!"
The three of them shook hands with Li Mochen one by one, while the latter carefully paid attention to the appearance of the two white youths: "Are you brothers? Are you all Collinson?"
"Yes, BOSS."
It was Kermit, the slimmer of the two brothers, who answered: "You are our boss now, right? I heard that Mr. Li, your father, is no longer here?"
"According to the notice given to me by the government, they died from a gas explosion, but I didn't see the bodies."
This statement is ridiculous. Two powerful outlaws would actually die in an ordinary gas explosion.
However, in America, government officials usually use this as an excuse to cover up public incidents caused by some magic professionals to avoid causing public panic.
Li Mochen turned his attention to Li Tailai again, who was the thinnest among the three. When he was wearing glasses and sitting quietly on the bed, his whole person actually gave off a bookish air.
"Can you introduce your situation to me? To be honest, I knew nothing about you before this. My father only left your photo, name and contact address."
"This is in line with Mr. Li's character. It seems that he doesn't want you, Boss, to come into contact with our affairs prematurely."
Li Tailai's eyes flashed with strangeness: "What can I say? We should be regarded as the private armed forces cultivated by Mr. Li. There are about twenty-seven people headed by the three of us. I am in charge of the intelligence group and the commercial group, including me.
, there are a total of nineteen people, and they sometimes participate in battles. The two brothers are in charge of the combat group, a total of eight people, all of whom are magic professionals of level eight or above."
"I don't think Mr. Li told you that we are actually running a smuggling business. Although the overall amount is not large, the profits are still very generous. Mainly using the Rising Sun Trading Company as a cover to smuggle all kinds of magic in America.
It can be used to smuggle electrical products and even arms to Southeast Asia and the Golden Triangle. However, since your father's death, we have stopped working for four months."
Li Mochen couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He had already guessed that Li Chunchu was not a simple person, but he didn't expect that the latter would still do such a thing.
"Artest said that we still have 3.9 million gold shields in our books. However, we probably won't be able to continue doing this kind of smuggling business."
Kermit was also looking at Li Mochen: "BOSS, if you decide to end the smuggling business now, we will return the money to you, of which the break-up fee is about 400,000 gold shields. I must remind you that all this money
It's black money, you may need to think of a way to wash it before using it. But BOSS, if you have other plans, we are also willing to listen to it. This is what our two brothers owe your father, and we owe a lot. The same goes for Atai, he has already
I sold his life to your father. But BOSS, you must also bear our expenses. The three of us have reached level ten and will soon break through to the outlaws, but this requires a lot of funds to purchase.
Various drugs. I think our improvement in strength will be beneficial to you, BOSS. Then our subordinates also need a certain amount of funds. Except for our combat team, most of the other personnel have their families."
Li Mochen was already excited, thinking that this was really a huge surprise.
He really didn't expect that Li Chunchu was still managing and cultivating such a force under the water, and now it completely fell into his hands.
The fact that the three of them were about to be promoted to outlaws made Li Mochen even more confused.
They didn't lie. Both Li Tailai and the two brothers of the Collinson family were similar to William Jacques, with talents that were visible to the naked eye. The future prospects of these three people were at least level 16 and above.
If there were any words to describe Li Mochen's mood, it would be the feeling of being hit by a golden pie falling from the sky.