"Carl, let's check what happened to Claude Antel of Macon as soon as possible?"

In the office building of Nesson's Gate, Dwight Payton strode into his assistant's office: "In thirty-six hours, I'll know everything about him."

"Claude Antel, I seem to have heard of this name."

Carl looked confused and flipped through the document in front of him.

But before he had a result, Dwight Payton had already given the answer: "This is one of the semi-finals of the senior high school cold weapon fighting competition this year in Macon City. Major institutions have predicted that he is likely to win the championship and will encounter Amo in the Georgia individual competition next week. Not long ago, someone specifically mentioned this name to me and asked me to be careful of this guy."

But Dwight's attention was attracted by another pile of a4 paper on Carl's desk: "What is this? A comic?"

"That was a drawing returned from the comics club. Before Amo drew a comic and asked me to contribute it. He hoped to attract the attention of editors in major publishing houses through our Naisen Group's channels."

Carl spread his hands: "But it turned out to be a pity. I helped him contact several of them and failed."

"Does the drawings not meet their requirements?"

"It doesn't count. There are still a few who agree to publish, but their requirements are very strict. A Mo is arrogant and would rather not publish than work for these publishers. This is right. If you agree to their conditions, it would be equivalent to working for them. With A Mo's future status, there is no need, right? I think these publishers may have regretted it. They may not have expected A Mo to be so popular. Two companies have asked me to contact A Mo and want to renegotiate the conditions, but he is too lazy to deal with it now."

Dwight Payton listened and read, and then his face gradually became strange: "It's great! I think the editors of these publishing houses either haven't read his drawings seriously or should be fired."

Carl was stunned when he heard this: "Does Mr. Payton look forward to this comic? Although I feel it is very good, I also feel that the publishing house has a very correct opinion. The plot of the comic is too shallow and straightforward, and there is no depth."

"Shit! Apart from the political cartoons published in those newspapers, aren't the rest of the teenagers? What depth is needed? Don't forget that at least 12% of us Amerika cannot understand newspapers."

Dwight sneered, then reached out to Carl: "Get a file bag for me."

Carl naturally obeyed the order, but he was also confused: "Mr. Payton, are you going to take it home to collect it?"

"I'm going to attend a dance tonight, and the president of Ferguson Culture Media will attend. He should be a guy who knows the goods. He can bring a small publishing company to the Media Group with a market value of 1.2 billion gold shields. He has a strong ability."

Dwight Payton smiled and stuffed a stack of drawings into the folder: "Of course, Amo is completely out of interest in this regard, and it's a different matter, but I feel that he is short of money. Carl, this matter has nothing to do with you, what you need to pay attention to now is Claude Antel."

Dwight said this and tapped his desk with his finger: "Do you understand what he is doing as soon as possible? This is probably our opponent again, and he is planning to set obstacles for our lucky prince? I want to know, how do they want to die this time? Now Amo is invincible at the level of high school students."

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On Thursday afternoon, in an unmanned warehouse on East Anfac Street in Atlanta, Sampson Brut, Li Tailai, the Colinson brothers, Alissa Targaryen, and a woman named Isadora Wicks, each occupying a corner of a magic array in the shape of a seven-pointed star.

In the center of the magic array is Herool wearing armor.

This is the property belonging to Li Chunchu's offshore companies, covering a total area of ​​137,400 square meters, including seven large high-standard warehouses and a seven-story office building. Until yesterday, these industries were entrusted to a warehousing company for management.

Li Mochen guessed that this was the original owner's father, a piece of land prepared for the Sun Company to enter real estate development. After a field investigation, Sampson and others believed that this place could be used as one of their fortress bases.

It is rare that this place is less than 90 meters away from Building 34 Anfak Street. This means that once Li Mochen buys this space gap that can lead to the dark world, he can provide strong security for the other side through this warehouse group.

So in the following period, Li Mochen would invest 17 million gold shields here. In name, it would expand and transform each warehouse, and in essence it would build a semi-militarized fortress here and become his private army base. He would even invest a certain amount of money to buy some buildings between here and Building 34 Anfac Street.

Now, a warehouse here has been completely emptied by Li Mochen as a ritual location for him to usurp the power of the Apostle of the Disaster Flame. Just for this magic circle and corresponding items, Li Mochen spent a total of five million gold shields.

Since the Cardinals Club has not reached the opening hours, Li Mochen can't wait for that time, so he spent some extra money.

At this time, Li Mochen was carefully examining the magic array that had just been drawn together with Major Thompson Adams.

Whether in the East or the West, 7 is considered a very magical number. The Creator created man in 6 days and rested on the 7th day; mankind has 7 sins, 7 seals, 7 lampstands, 7 horns, etc.

However, it is difficult to accurately draw the seven-pointed star because it is an "uneven but perfectly stable one". It is regarded as a more complex star in the sense of mystery and a more powerful pattern.

Therefore, the magic array using the seven-pointed stars as the basis is extra complex and difficult to draw, but it will be very stable after completion.

"Ms. Natural Punisher, do you think the boss can succeed?"

Hawyd Eisenhower stood in the corner with a gun in his arms and looked at the center of the warehouse from afar. He and Denian Striesey were also called by Li Mochen to serve as guardians to prevent accidents during the process.

"It's OK in theory."

Danien's eyes emitted a silver light: "Major Adams only works as a ninth-level magic wizard, and has little attainment in magic circles. However, our boss is very knowledgeable. I can see that he is still a little unfamiliar with the arrangement of magic arrays. But he has a pair of wise eyes and can accurately capture the mysterious essence. This magic circle is fine. The only possible accident is that the Apostle of the Disaster Flame erodes the soul of the supporter. However, the things we boss have brought out are very interesting. I think he has already prevented it."

At this time, what she noticed was the silver pill held in the hands of Sampson Brut and others.

Except for Hairoul, the few people in this seven-pointed star formation have such a pill. They emit a faint light of inspiration and have a strange magical rhythm.

"In other words, can these guys reach the sky in one step?"

Hawyder Eisenhower couldn't help but look envious and jealous: "This is really enviable. How much money have I spent over the years and how much danger have I taken for my professional level? But they can have it now."

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