At the same time, Exxon Magic Lab.

Outside the glass curtain wall, Dwight Payton wore glasses, folded his chest with his fists, and quietly looked in the laboratory ahead. Just three minutes later, a young man in a white coat came to Dwight with a stack of documents.

"Mr. Payton, the test report has come out, and the result is surprising. The tester's inference was correct."

Dwight Payton's eyes narrowed slightly: "That is to say, someone did hit Icabod Wood's throat at a rapid speed of more than 320 kilometers?"

“As you said.”

The young man smiled and said, "But according to our calculations, the sword speed of that man should exceed 350 kilometers."

“350 km?”

Dwight was even more surprised: "As far as I know, his opponent is just a level 3 magic swordsman."

"I don't know the specific situation, but we have repeatedly tested and there is enough evidence to support this. In fact, if the arbor you provided is not strong enough, the fate of this Ikabod would not be just a dizzy."

The young man said, waving the documents in his hand: "I can be responsible for the reports we give."

"Even if it is made public?"

When Dwight saw the other party's indifferent expression, he knew the answer. He then frowned and fell into meditation.

At this time, behind him, a younger man in suit said incredible: "Is this too exaggerated? A level 3 magic swordsman can reach a sword speed of 350 kilometers without any magical blessing? Is there any possibility that someone else can take action?"

"Is this unlikely?"

This is another employee of Nissen Sports Group: "There are only two of them in the ring, and there is also a referee. But that Mr. Sampson is just a level seven magic referee, and he can't do it either. I can't think of this referee, and there is a reason to help another Andre."

"That may not be. I have found some interesting things here. This Andrei classmate is very hateful. His full name, Andre Lee Wiltonstein, doesn't you have any associations? In fact, this is the heir to the 19th Wiltonstein family. Although according to the results of our investigation, this person does not seem to be regarded as a member of the Wiltonstein family as a whole. Then there is Linden Academy, Louise Linden transferred from Star Mail Noble College to Linden, which is to regroup the two fighting clubs of Linden Academy. But if my Andrei classmate is also defeated, Linden Academy will completely lose 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 would not do such a thing, right? If this is true, then the reputation accumulated by Linden Academy for hundreds of years will be completely corrupted."

"But besides this, can there be any other reasonable explanation? Should I explain it to the outside world that it is a level 3 magic swordsman with a sword speed of 350 kilometers and destroys Ikabod's armor? This is really ridiculous. It's better to directly admit that our armor is faulty."

"It's not ridiculous. It is possible to achieve it with the help of some special bloodlines and special secret techniques. This Andrei has an extraordinary background!"

At this time, the young man in a white coat raised his hand impatiently: "Hey! Hey! Sir! Please stop? Before you start the discussion, I want to ask you to see this."

Dwight raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the young man. He found that the latter had taken out a picture from the normal folder.

"What's this?"

Dwight reached out his hand slightly and took the picture into his hand, and then his pupils contracted slightly.

"This is the weapon pattern we infer based on the wound marks on the armor. I think you should be able to use it?"

The young man smiled: "It looks like a very ordinary magic steel sword, very suitable for beginners."

"Thank you Exxon! I owe you my favor this time."

Dwight no longer nostalgic and walked out with great strides, and at the same time ordered everyone behind him: "From now on, investigate everything about this Andrei classmate and pay attention to all his competitions. I need the most professional personnel and the most professional equipment."

"The most professional? Can Gallup Business Survey Company be OK? I asked them to dispatch a reliable team."

"No!"

Dwight hesitated a little: "Business investigation companies have their limitations, and they are very famous recently. Tell them that I only need the result, it is best to be before the 4th round of the Cold Weapon Fighting Competition in NHSAA, Atlanta. For the specific price, you can talk to them."

His assistant immediately understood that the "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 himself lying in a room full of white tones. If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the ward of a hospital. Then Li Mochen stared at the ceiling above with a blank look and began to stare calmly.

A great humiliation! A great humiliation! He really has no shame to see others! Unexpectedly, he has been completely ruined for decades of reputation. He was accidentally killed in the hands of two little girls who had not grown enough.

Should I kill someone to silence me? If the disciples and disciples in Yuanqiu learned about what happened today, he would ask Jian Taoran how he would be a teacher? Those enemies would definitely laugh out loud.

But just a few minutes later, a knock on the door sounded, and then an old man in the tuxedo pushed the door and walked in.

"Student Andre, you've woken up, are you?"

The man looked at Li Mochen carefully before walking to his window; "How are you feeling in your health now? Are there any other discomfort?"

Li Mochenmo glanced at this person expressionlessly, then looked away again, and continued to look at the ceiling with a desolate look.

"I will introduce myself. I am Miss Angela's personal steward named Rosia."

The old man in the tuxedo who called himself Rosia bowed with an extremely elegant attitude: "I am entrusted by the lady to take care of Andre here until you wake up. In addition, the lady also asked me to express my sincere apology to you and Miss Lina for her and Miss Lina, and I would like to forgive Miss Lina's recklessness."

But at this time, Li Mochen seemed to be dead and had no reaction.

Seeing this, Rosia couldn't help but shake her head slightly: "I have invited the best Saint therapist in the nearby church to recover for you. If Andre still has any discomfort, you can ask the hospital for a comprehensive examination. We can also take care of the medical expenses. Also, this is a little gift from my lady, which is considered apologizing."

As the man said, he placed two wooden boxes on the small table on the side of the bed: "There are some supplements inside that can help Andre, you recover. Please allow me to make a decision. The holy healer just now thought your body was very weak."
Chapter completed!