After listening to the other party’s heartfelt words, Li Ang thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: “Prime Minister, I am a peace-loving person. I don’t like to be either black or white, and I shout to fight and kill.”

Rachel looked happy, but heard Li Ang Xu say: "But at the same time, I am also a sympathetic good man. I don't want to see weak and helpless European residents eroded and exploited by a small group of blood clans, fooling and playing tricks and cruel persecution like manipulating puppets."

“…So, what are you going to do?”

"I will provide a choice for the general public, one that has the choice of survival and death, ideals and reality, slavery and oppression and rise."

Li Ang's mouth raised at the right time. He rubbed his hands with a smile and said casually: "But I guess a papermaker like you would not be happy with the choice I have provided."

Rachel frowned, and the female prime minister instinctively felt something was wrong.

However, before she asked further questions, Li Ang had already stood up and said with a gentleman gracefully: "This time I have seen what I want to see, and it doesn't make any sense to stay any longer. I've said goodbye.

As for the content of the jobs provided by meme companies, my assistant, Mr. Sebastian Shaw, will consult with you - of course, I will keep my mouth shut and will not leak out, you can rest assured about this."

"oh?"

Rachel Ross was a little surprised and smiled, "What? Are you not afraid? As soon as you open the door, the blood sucked off by the blood clan, or the blood can corrode into a pile of dead bones?"

"hehe,"

Li Ang dusted off the cuffs and said calmly: "The meme company's terrifying expansion is based on the damage to other large interest groups.

The American entrepreneurial spirit is notoriously arrogant and cruel. He wants to treat his competitors to spiral into the sky and drive away.

Some time ago, I don’t know how many killers were. The dead soldiers planned to kill me. The "psychopath" gunmen who fought all the way around me were blocking me in the streets and alleys.

If MI6 summarizes the relevant information and submits it to you, you can find that anyone who wants to deal with me by force - whether he is an entrepreneur, politician, lawyer, leader of a vibrant social group or a supernatural person with special power, will evaporate in the first place, and there will be no news from now on."

Li Ang lowered his head, straightened the cuffs of the suit, then pushed the door away, and said, "Want to threaten me? Let's see if you have the courage to pay the corresponding price for it."

———

London, Mage League Headquarters.

This is a museum that is not open to outsiders. It is dignified and brilliant, quiet and silent. Occasionally, one or two figures pass by, and it quickly hides in the rows of bookshelf.

The bookshelf are extremely high and wide, and come from different eras, different regions, and different authors' classics fill each layer. If you close your eyes, you can vaguely hear a sudden sound - as if these unwelcome old books whisper in the shadows, talking about humans who have just walked past the edge of the bookshelf.

In addition to these classics, the museum also houses some special items with strange effects, either the dried skull of a powerful necromancer, a red magic robe embroidered with gold edges, or a pasta-shaped flying carpet that spreads its wings and soars in the air.

These magical items are all treasured and collected by the huge organization of the Mage Alliance for thousands of years.

If an unregistered sneaky thief breaks into it, what awaits him will be a ubiquitous magic circle - even if he can break free from the imprisonment and escape from the desperate cash, he will encounter difficulties when climbing the stairs.

All the stairs in this building are constantly changing and turning. If you are not careful, you will fall into a dizzy dilemma, and then they are transmitted to a dark dungeon by the teleportation array engraved on the stair steps.

If the intruder is strong enough to ignore all obstacles in the museum and plunder the collections in the museum, he will definitely encounter a catastrophe at the top of the museum.

Because the one who lives at the highest point is the leader of the Mage Alliance, the Supreme Mage Gu Yi.

The bald woman was floating above the cushion and closed her eyes to meditate.

With every breath, the surrounding ether slowly stirred up waves.

She was wearing a majestic yellow robe, and several unknown classics were floating around her. The golden light flowed in the classics, projecting the cumbersome and mysterious rice grain characters into the air.

Each character contains countless information, and these ancient words full of magical wisdom all come from those senior sages who have overcome obstacles on the magical path.

The purpose of the Mage Alliance is to pass on the torch and watch over each other.

After a long time, Master Guyi, who drew nourishment from the wisdom of his ancestors, opened his eyes and breathed out a breath of turbid air, and his face was slightly tired.

"The steps of the gods outside the domain are approaching again."

She murmured to herself, slowly floating down from mid-air, her steps staggering a little.

A loyal disciple who was waiting on the side, a Chinese man named "King", immediately stepped forward, held her steadily, and asked anxiously: "Master, you..."

"I'm fine."

Gu Yi shook his head, broke free from Wang's support, walked to the end of the triangular attic, staring at the crystal clear glass.

The sunlight from the outside world encountered obstacles when trying to cross this layer of glass. What can really penetrate is not the light in reality, but the phantom from the future.

Master Gu Yi's face was tense, and she could vaguely see the future.

The bell of Big Ben rang at midnight, and London turned into a sea of ​​fire!

The houses collapsed in flames, civilians were wailing and ruthlessly slaughtered, blood stained the Thames, and the steps of Westminster Temple were filled with corpses.

A very small number of survivors formed a rebellious force to resist the invasion of evil forces, but turned into dust under the huge shadow of the final arrival.

In the world line that the ancient wizard could see, London was destroyed.

"This future must be blocked."

The Supreme Master murmured to himself, touching the attic glass with his fingertips, as if he was going to pass through this barrier and hold the future direction in his hand.

After a long time, Gu Yi came to his senses, looked at his disciples, and said indifferently: "What else is there?"

Wang pursed his lips and replied: "That Lord Man from the Ten Rings Gang is waiting to see you downstairs."

"Mr. Man?"

The image of a thin old man appeared in Gu Yi's mind, and he said unswervingly: "What are he going to do?"

Wang hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "He said...he wants to borrow some money from you."
Chapter completed!