Outside the glass curtain wall, Dwight Payton was wearing glasses, folding his fists on his chest, and looked quietly at the laboratory in front of him. Just three minutes later, a young man in a white coat came in with a stack of documents.
, came to Dwight.
"Mr. Payton, the test report has come out, and the result is very surprising. The result inferred by the inspector is correct."
Dwight Payton's eyes narrowed slightly: "In other words, someone did hit Ichabod Wood's throat at a speed of more than 320 kilometers?"
"Just as you said."
The young man smiled and said: "But according to our calculations, that man's sword speed should exceed 350 kilometers."
"350 kilometers?"
Dwight was even more surprised: "But as far as I know, his opponent is only a third-level magic swordsman."
"I don't know the specific situation, but we have done repeated tests and there is enough evidence to support this. In fact, if the armor you provided was not enough, the fate of this classmate Ichabod would not only be
Just fainted."
As the young man spoke, he waved the document in his hand: "I can be responsible for the report we gave."
"Even if it's made public?"
Dwight knew the answer when he saw the other party's indifferent expression. Then he frowned and fell into meditation.
At this time, behind him, a younger man in a suit said in disbelief: "Is this too exaggerated? A third-level magic swordsman can reach a sword speed of 350 kilometers without any magic blessing? Then
Is there any possibility that someone else could take action?"
"That's unlikely, isn't it?"
This is another employee of Naison Sports Group: "There are only two of them in the ring, and the referee. But Mr. Sampson is only a seventh-level magic judge, and it is also impossible for him to do it."
Yeah. I can’t think of any reason for this referee to help another classmate Andre.”
"That's not necessarily true. I've found out some very interesting things through my investigation here. This classmate Andre is really not simple. His full name is Andre Lee Wildenstein. Don't you have any associations with it? In fact,
This person is the nineteenth-ranked heir of the Wildenstein family. Although according to the results of our investigation, this person seems to be
It seems that he is not regarded as a member of the Wildenstein family as a whole. Then there is Linden College. Louise Linden transferred to Linden from the Star Pulse Noble Academy just to regroup the two fighting clubs of Linden Academy.
.But if my classmate Andre is also defeated, Linden College will completely lose the hope of participating in the team competition."
"In other words, there is a possibility of exchange of interests between the two parties?"
"How is this possible? The Linden family wouldn't do such a thing, right? If this is the case, then the reputation that Linden College has accumulated over hundreds of years will be completely ruined."
"But other than that, is there any other reasonable explanation? Do we need to explain to the outside world that it was a third-level magic swordsman who destroyed Ichabod's armor with a sword speed of 350 kilometers?
?This is so ridiculous, we might as well just admit that our armor is malfunctioning——"
"It's not ridiculous. It's possible to achieve it with the help of some special bloodline and special secret techniques. This classmate Andre has an extraordinary background!"
At this time, the young man in a white coat raised his hand with impatient eyes: "Hey! Hey! Gentlemen! Can you please stop for a moment? Before you start discussing, I want to ask you to take a look at this."
Dwight raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the young man. He found that the latter had taken out a picture from his normal folder.
"What's this?"
Dwight reached out slightly and took the picture into his hand, and then his pupils shrank slightly.
"This is the weapon pattern we deduced based on the scars on the armor. I think you should be able to use it?"
The young man smiled: "It looks like a very ordinary magic pattern steel sword, very suitable for beginners."
"Thank you Exxon! I owe you a favor this time."
Dwight no longer lingered, and strode out quickly. At the same time, he ordered everyone behind him: "From now on, investigate everything about this classmate Andre, and pay attention to all his games. I need the most professional personnel.
, the most professional equipment.”
"The most professional person? Gallup Business Research Company? I'll ask them to send a reliable team."
"No!"
Dwight hesitated a little: "Commercial investigation companies have their limitations. Find Sky Eye Detective Agency, they are very famous recently. Tell them, I only want the results, preferably before the 4th round of the Atlanta NHSAA Cold Weapon Combat Competition. Specifics
You negotiate the price with them."
His assistant immediately understood that "as long as the result" means that various legal or illegal means can be used.
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When Li Mochen woke up, he found that he was lying in a room full of white tones. Unsurprisingly, this should be the ward of a certain hospital. Then Li Mochen stared blankly at the ceiling above and began to fixate.
Definitely in a daze.
What a shame! What a shame! He really has no face to see anyone! Unexpectedly, Taoran's decades-long good reputation has been completely destroyed overnight. In a moment of carelessness, he fell into the hands of two little girls who didn't even have full hair.
Should he kill someone and silence him? If what happened today were known to his disciples and grandsons in the original realm, and he asked Jian Taoran how he could be a teacher? Those enemies would definitely laugh their heads off.
But just a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and then an old man in a tuxedo opened the door and walked in.
"Andre-san, you're already awake, right?"
The man glanced at Li Mochen cautiously before walking to his window: "How are you feeling now? Are there any other discomforts?"
Li Mochen glanced at this person expressionlessly, then looked away again, continuing to look at the ceiling with a despairing expression.
"Let me introduce myself, I am Miss Angela's personal butler, my name is Rosia."
The old man in a tuxedo who called himself Rosia bowed with an extremely elegant gesture: "As entrusted by the lady, I will take care of classmate Andre here until you wake up. In addition, the lady also asked me to pay tribute to her and Miss Lina.
You sincerely apologize and please forgive Miss Lina for her recklessness."
But at this time, Li Mochen seemed to be dead, without any reaction.
Seeing this, Rosia couldn't help but shook her head slightly: "I have invited the best healer from the nearby church to recover all the injuries on your body. If Andre is still feeling unwell, you can contact us.
The hospital has mentioned that you can also have a comprehensive examination, and we will be responsible for all medical expenses. Also, this is a small gift from my lady to express my apology——"
As he spoke, this person placed two wooden boxes on the small table beside the bed: "There are some supplements in them that can help you, Mr. Andre, recover your body. Please allow me to make my own decisions. The saint just now
The healer thinks you are very weak."
But Li Mochen still looked dull and had no reaction at all. The personal butler named Rosia could only helplessly bow slightly again and walked out of the ward. His eyes were extremely puzzled. It was supposed that this guy had taken advantage of him.
That's right, but why does he look like he was raped?