Just as Li Mochen and Angela were walking on the viaduct, a man in black wearing sunglasses was following the sights on the sniper rifle and following the sights throughout the whole process.

"Mr. Takukai Maeda, do you really want to give up on your action? I feel that today is a rare opportunity. This shooting distance, even the enhanced version of the Norfolk Saint Power, can penetrate the back door of the car. I can say responsibly that as long as we join forces, the death rate of Andre Lee Wiltonstein exceeds 80%.

"No! I think it's not a good opportunity now. We don't know what kind of defensive power he has around him. Can you penetrate the "Norfolk Holy Power" and can you penetrate the holy weapon-level defensive armor on him? This is impossible, isn't it? With Nathan's emphasis on him, it's not an exaggeration to have holy weapon-level equipment on him."

A cold voice was conveyed in the headset of the man in black: "Yavon, according to our current investigation, this man has indeed some good players under his command. He can even defeat the Cadivine Group overnight. "Iron Thorn" Emon Bertram and "Phantom Heart" Deron are also likely to die in his hands. This is an opponent worthy of our careful treatment. There may be extremely powerful power hidden behind him."

"An opponent worthy of careful treatment? Maybe."

The man in black smiled disdainfully at the corner of his lips: "It's not the same thing as assassination and fighting head-on, Maeda! I feel you've been thinking too much."

"There is indeed a big difference between assassination and frontal combat, but the premise is that we cannot alarm the enemy."

Maeda Takuhi responded in a tough tone: "The latest information is around Miss Angela, and there is probably a legendary power, so I suggest you don't watch and look anymore. You don't want them to be alert, right?"

"You just don't trust my abilities so much? If I want to, it will be difficult for even the legendary strongman to perceive my existence. However, you two have a greater chance of being discovered."

Although the man in black said so, he still moved his right eye away from the scope: "So when can I do it? Wait until he returns from the Hilder Hotel?"

"Look at it again-"

This time, Takukai Maeda's answer was a little helpless: "Isn't there any warning above? The premise for us to take action is to not hurt Mr. Medici's daughter, and we must not destroy the cooperation between her father and our sect. The time is also very inappropriate. You understand it within the range of the Great Demon Tower array."

"I understand, we can't escape afterwards."

The man in black smiled sarcastically: "The problem is that this guy has been hiding in that apartment in recent days and rarely going out. It's not easy for us to find the right opportunity to move. Maeda, when are you going to stay in Atlanta?"

"I don't think we'll wait too long."

Takukai Maeda's tone was leisurely and full of murderous intent: "Have there been any examples of failure since we cooperated? No! So listen to me, Yvonne, we have to be a patient hunter."

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Celebrities gathered in the conference hall on the fourth floor of Hilde Hotel and the powerful gathered.

Li Mochen sat in a seat on the left side of the third row, listening boredly to the speeches of the politicians above. Even the Comptroller, Ms. Elizabeth Isolter, could not say anything nutritious at this time. It was nothing more than promoting the recent achievements of the Civic Party, looking to the future, and then attacking the political views of the electoral opponents. I hope everyone here can donate generously.

This opening fundraising speech is just formalism, and the real focus is actually in the self-service cocktail party later. All candidates from the Civic Party will use this occasion to communicate face-to-face with the chaebols, merchants, celebrities, farmers, or trade union representatives attending the meeting. The cups and cups determine whether these people support or not, and the support intensity.

At this time, around Li Mochen, people were constantly looking at him with strange sight. Some were puzzled, some were puzzled, some were surprised, some were disdainful, and some were disdainful. It was like watching a country bumpkin who suddenly broke into a banquet for the top people.

If it were an ordinary person, he might be restless, but Li Mochen was still content and didn't care about what others thought of him at all.

However, a white-haired old man next to him couldn't bear it. Just as a city councillor came on stage to start his speech, the man frowned and asked Li Mochen: "Hey! Little kid, can you tell me? Who invited you?"

"Ms. Isolte."

Li Mochen answered bluntly; "Is there any problem? Mr. Essoke."

——He saw the sign on the old man’s chest. If he remembered correctly, this should be Utred Essoke, a big planter in the suburbs of Atlanta.

Due to the rapid expansion of Atlanta City, the assets under this person are also growing rapidly at an exaggerated rate. In addition, this farmer and worker in the suburbs also has a great influence.

"There is no problem, but I have heard of some of your situations being excluded by the Wilton Stein family, right? But you can sit here now."

The old man looked strange: "Or maybe I'm out of date? Now a fighting star, not even a professional player, actually has such a high status in the eyes of those politicians?"

"Mr. Wilton Stein won the Georgia Post and the Atlanta Labor Daily."

The person who interrupted was a bald middle-aged man sitting on the other side of Li Mochen: "You took the news about the Georgia Post and the Atlanta Labor Daily, they were not aware of it. Your confidentiality work was done well. But I guess at most three or five days later, everyone who should know should know it. Ms. Nannet Drew has a natural concentration effect. As early as the first day she came to Atlanta, she was already paid attention to by many political elites and even consortium leaders."

As the man said, he stretched out his hand to Li Mochen: "Let's get to know Ferguson Culture Media Company, Mandivin Ferguson."

Li Mochen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He knew this person. Carl mentioned it to him. Dwight Payton once personally recommended his comics to this person, but the result was not very wonderful.

However, since the other party showed goodwill to him, Li Mochen would not refuse rudely. He was actually quite grateful to this person. Without this opportunity, he would not have thought about acquiring the Atlanta Labor Daily, nor would he have the opportunity to take over the Georgia Post.

"You should know that you've heard of me from Mr. Payton, and it's a pity that we didn't get a cooperation."

When the two shook hands, Mandivin Ferguson's smile became brighter: "To be honest, I'm not unfaithful to your comic content. I think with Mr. Wilton Stein's reputation, the first book can still make some money, which is worth taking risks. But this is the sales strategy of our company. If you set a precedent for you, you will not be able to talk to the painters of the comic club in the future. But I didn't expect that you would buy Richard Publishing Company directly and snatch the Georgia Post that we had been staring at for a long time."

Li Mochen's reaction was unpredictable: "But I guess Mr. Motdor, I never thought about selling the shares to you from the beginning, did you?"
Chapter completed!