After a while, the invited guests entered the venue one after another.

There were eight people in this table. Except for the four people who entered the venue first, Gu Yun did not know the other four people. Only one of the old men looked familiar. On the day when he went to face the man in the windbreaker, he seemed to have met the other person at the venue.

An Ling whispered to Gu Yun that those who could be assigned to Eric Brando were the top officials among the important members of the city of X. A homegirl like her who usually doesn't leave the house has seen these four people more than once on different occasions. They are regular visitors in the news, and the financial resources they hold often become a topic of discussion in various media.

Many guests present seemed to have a strong interest in Gu Yun and An Ling's identities. At that time, not all the important members were trapped in the airport, so many people saw Gu Yun for the first time. As for An Ling, no one knew her background.

At the same time, the "maintainer" at a certain table took out his cell phone and placed it flat on the dining table.

The phone faced Gu Yun's table and took all the images near the stage.

In the midst of the crowd, Eric Blando walked to the center of the stage and stood behind the set microphone.

Two security personnel stood on both sides of the stage, one left and one right. According to Shen Yue, the two were private bodyguards invited by Eric at a high price. They belong to a very famous security group.

In fact, since Gu Yun came to the banquet hall, the two of them have maintained the same expression and the same posture, and they are standing there like a statue.

"Good evening everyone. The reason I stand here today is because the foundation's President Shi invited me to visit here."

Eric cleared his throat and began his speech.

"According to the latest survey by Gert Pharmaceuticals, 9.4 million people die from cancer every year around the world..."

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At the same time, his powerful and infectious speech was also heard clearly by another person.

Late at night, the playground was already lonely.

A bonfire rose not far from the haunted house, and a man with long hair sat by the bonfire, with a conspicuous scar extending from his left face to his right face.

The man looked about fifty years old, his hair had begun to turn white, and the phone playing Eric Blando's speech was placed on the bench beside him, while he himself was concentrating on the silver dagger in his hand on the leaping flames.

After a moment, he pressed the silver blade against the black shadow trapped in the salt circle.

After a heart-wrenching scream, smoke rose from the surface of the shadow, and followed by a burnt smell.

However, what made the black shadow scream was not the hot temperature, but the silver dagger itself.

"Come on, let's sort out our thoughts."

The man said, "What you mentioned is a monster that can revive the urban monster?"

"…I have said it, and he has been wiped out."

"So, what about the mask killer a few days ago?"

"I, I don't know!"

"Shell—"

The hot blade pierced into the black shadow's arm, and another scream.

"Hope this helps you recall some details."

"I really don't know!...I've already said that a cleaner put on the mask first, and then ran away a group of gangsters who came to make trouble. I usually live here and have never been to any of them!"

"I've heard of this detail, so I'll tell me about other details, such as, have anyone else come to you recently and asked about the mask killer."

"No, I don't know why the strange thing suddenly stopped."

"It seems that all you tell is the truth."

"It's true!"

"So, I have one last question. After answering it, you can leave - where is the cleaner you mentioned before, his home address?"

"I don't know... they can't see me, nor will they tell me these things."

"I'm very disappointed, but an agreement is an agreement."

The man kicked a corner of the salt ring, and the shadow rushed out in an instant when the bondage disappeared. However, before it was about to return to the haunted house, the silver dagger that was chasing him penetrated into its body.

"It's a pity that evil spirits are evil spirits. No matter how good they do, they will not become human."

The man looked at the shadows gradually returning to nothingness, his eyes were not fluctuating. He sat back on the bench by the bonfire and continued to listen to the ongoing speech in the banquet hall.

There are many ways to find the address of a cleaner, and he has no need to waste time on a Shi Mengling.

He has learned most of the situation.

A major disaster occurred in this city not long ago. If it were not for timely stopping, City X would have probably disappeared from the country's territory. Without in-depth investigation, he could have inferred that what could cause such a level of damage would inevitably be one of the natural disasters.

In this way, it makes sense that Eric Brando suddenly came to the city.

According to their investigation, after the disaster ended, other strange phenomena occurred in City X, which killed dozens of people.

For them, there is no priorities between cleaning hazards, and any strange phenomena around them are the targets they hunt.

The speech on the other side seemed to be coming to an end.

"We have overcome cancer, but this is not the end point of Gert Pharmaceuticals. Leukemia, AIDS and many difficult and complicated diseases that cannot be solved by medicine are all within our range... Our ultimate goal is to let everyone get rid of the disease!"

"It's not just everyone present, for everyone, whether rich or poor, no matter what class they are in, they are the targets of Gert Pharmaceutical. Our purpose is to make the future of this world a better place."

He was responded to the warm applause.

The applause gradually drifted away, and the phone seemed to be taken away from the venue.

Until all the sounds disappeared, a male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Qentin, have you seen the image I sent just now?"

"No, I have something to do now."

"That's a pity. There is a beauty in the same table as Eric Brando."

“We are performing tasks now.”

"I know, I know, but if the beauty's true identity is a witch, then it would be a different matter?"

"Witch?"

Quentin was silent for a while and said, "I did hear before that Marian Sercia had come to this city for some purpose. If that's the case, you can decide for yourself. However... Eric is currently protected by the witch hunters in this city. Don't go to war with them rashly before finding out their bottom."
Chapter completed!