"Hey, it's foggy." There was heavy fog in the school.

Moore turned his head and looked out the window, where was the big fog coming from.

No, there is a magical aura here.

Moore suddenly stood up.

The whole class and the teacher looked at Moore.

"More, what are you doing? Sit down and are in class now."

"Sorry, teacher, I suddenly remembered that I had something to do..."

"Come back to me, where are you going?"

Moore rushed out of the teaching building regardless of the teacher's dissuasion.

But after walking a few steps, he found himself lost.

The fog is too heavy and there is no way to see the road.

Moore walked a few steps and wanted to turn back into the teaching building, but found that the teaching building was no longer visible.

Moore became nervous and could only grop in the fog.

Suddenly Moore heard something, and that's where?

Moore headed towards the source of the sound.

But the next moment, a huge force knocked him out.

A bald man hurriedly got out of the car, and people around him surrounded him.

"It's not me, it's not me... it's him who suddenly rushed into the middle of the road..." The bald man's face turned pale.

Moore lay on the ground with blood all over his body, his pupils a little dissipated.

There is no fog around, nothing...

...

Not far away, a girl held the phone: "Grandfather, I've done it here. The boy from the Supernatural Association has already entered the hospital."

"Clorie, you've done a good job and deserve to be my good granddaughter." An old voice came from the phone.

"Where are Jack's side?"

"That idiot beat the man to death."

"I said it a long time ago that such a small thing doesn't need to bother others at all, I can solve it alone." Clorie said: "Will the Supernatural Association kill Bailington to vent its anger?"

"I don't know, I hope they won't do such a stupid thing, otherwise, there would be no need for them to exist."

"Grandfather, those people from the supernatural association are simply not worth worrying about, why don't we just break into their headquarters?"

"Wulley has investigated the vicinity. Although the supernatural association is very weak, their headquarters seems to have a large number of evil spirits. I don't know what agreement they have reached with the evil spirit group. Both sides can live in peace. So if we attack rashly, we not only have to face the supernatural association, but also have to face a large number of evil spirits. Therefore, we cannot attack the headquarters of the Supernatural Association. I am reluctant to let my grandchildren do such a dangerous thing."

"Then attack their headquarters during the day."

"We have only one person now, Woolley, Jack, Dalis and me. Even if those evil spirits don't come out during the day, it's still a bit unsafe. Let's wait until your dad and mom bring people to Los Angeles."

"It's really troublesome. Wouldn't it be better to just arrest their boss and force them to hand over Bailington?"

"Wulley said that today while exploring the Supernatural Society, he met the president of the Supernatural Society on the way and then shot them to death."

"I'm so laughing to death... What a weak supernatural association, their boss was actually shot to death." Clorie laughed: "What's the point of fearing about such a waste organization? I can solve it alone."

...

"President, something happened."

As soon as Chen Zhao answered the phone, he heard West's urgent and heavy voice.

"What happened?"

"Bill is dead, Moore is in a car accident and goes to the hospital."

"Uh...accident?" Chen Zhao asked in confusion.

"Bill was beaten to death, and was beaten to death in the hospital." West said solemnly: "More, according to the witnesses, he ran to the road by himself and was hit by a galloping car. I suspect he was hit by an illusion."

Chen Zhao frowned: "Who did it?"

"I don't know, I have no clue at all."

Chen Zhao remembered that he was shot by that man on the way to come in the morning.

Chen Zhao was in a bad mood.

He had forgotten the feeling of dying.

West paused, and a few seconds later.

"President, something happened to Mo Yide, too."

Chen Zhao felt a little nervous: "The people who have had the accident are all outside the headquarters. You have let everyone be in the headquarters for the time being. By the way... Is there any news from England?"

"No, I'll call English now."

"I'll contact England. You should first take the people at the headquarters and don't let them move around."

Although Chen Zhao has always despised his supernatural association.

But now I am the president of the Supernatural Association.

Now that his younger brother has been bullied, Chen Zhao has no choice but to do so.

What's more, Chen Zhao almost got shot in the head today.

"Hey, English, where are you?"

"Ah? President... I'm in the company meeting now, I'll call you later."

"Now there is a group of people attacking our association. Bill is dead, Moore and Moyed are seriously injured and entered the hospital. Where are you first, I'll go find you."

"Ah?" English was startled: "I'm in the company."

"Fake, I just asked you where the company is."

“No. xxxx Violet Street.”

"You stay in the company now and don't walk around casually. That group of people should not dare to attack casually. I'll go there now." Chen Zhao said.

...

Chen Zhao rushed to the downstairs of England's company.

English sells insurance.

Downstairs of the company, Chen Zhao called Yinglite again.

English delayed for more than ten minutes before going downstairs.

"Why is it so slow?"

"President, I'm preparing this." Yinglite handed Chen Zhao a document.

"What?"

"Insurance policy, president, this is a rare opportunity. If you buy this policy, you will definitely make a profit. As long as something happens, you can pay $1.25 million for a policy of $1,200. Do you think it's very cost-effective?"

Seeing that Chen Zhao didn't say anything, Yinglite continued to say excitedly: "It's not just you, I have also prepared an insurance policy for the others in our association."

"Did you buy it yourself?" Chen Zhao asked.

"Not yet, the rules of our insurance industry are that we can't buy insurance policies for ourselves, and I don't want others to make this money," said English.

"You'd better buy one as soon as possible, otherwise I wouldn't help but want to slap you to death." Chen Zhao said gritting his teeth.

“…”

Yinglite shivered and did not dare to go to see Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao's shadow field suddenly opened.

Chen Zhao saw a woman in the distance looking at them.

Chen Zhao patted Yinglite on the shoulder calmly: "Let's go, get in my car."

"But my car is still parked in the garage."

"Then you go to the garage. By the way, there are two people watching us around now. I believe that as long as you enter the garage, they will follow in."

Yinglite took out the phone, and Chen Zhao looked at Yinglite: "Who are you calling?"

"Give me a insurance policy for my colleague."
Chapter completed!