Chapter 354: The Meeting

"You're not mistaken. I'm just a nobody in your eyes, but I prefer to be called Mr. Li, or A-Mo."

After saying this, Li Mochen looked at the legendary lich: "Linde, what's the situation outside?"

"Before they started paying attention and tracking, we had already returned to the magic tower. Theoretically, the possibility of them tracing our trail is very small. But Boss, I can't be a hundred percent sure—who can say what the limits of those demigods' abilities are? Besides, they can also use the magic tower array."

Linde's voice had no fluctuation: "I can only say that within my capabilities, I have done my utmost."

At this moment, Anthony Braden looked at the 'Braden's Battering Ram' on Li Mochen's shoulder, his eyes incredulous: "It was you who severely wounded that Void Night King just now, right, Mr. Li? This anti-materiel sniper rifle was made by my own hands."

At this time, Dacia Rockefeller, who had slowly awakened beside him, also shrank her pupils and looked up at the people in front with disbelief.

So they had turned danger into safety? And that 'Void Night King' Delphinia Ederick of the alien race had been severely wounded?

Did Andre Li Wiltenstein do that? The fighting star that Angela liked?

So that's it, so that's it—was this the reason Mr. Michel recognized him?

"It was me."

Li Mochen knew that Ms. Mace would inform the richest man of everything that happened outside in minute detail, so any attempt to hide his identity would be meaningless in front of Anthony Braden.

The latter could easily deduce the truth from the various materials provided by Mace.

"Are you surprised? But Mr. Braden, I remember that a few years ago, you also killed a demigod with a magic level less than sixteen, which is even more exaggerated than what I did today."

Anthony thought, how could these be compared?

At that time, although his magic level was only fifteen, his exceptionally intelligent brain had already analyzed parts of the mysteries of 'Divinity,' 'Divine Spark,' 'Divine Power,' and even 'Divine Authority.'

And the existence of 'Light Demon No. 5' was enough to express his understanding of power.

But just as he shook his head and was about to say something, Li Mochen handed a list to him.

"This is the soul contract I made with Ms. Mace. If you ultimately break it, her mind will be scoured by the power of the Styx and eventually return to it. You can take a careful look and then call Ms. Mace to confirm."

Anthony immediately lost the mood to get to the bottom of things. He carefully looked at the items on the list, and at first glance, his face turned ashen.

"Wow, a 15-billion interest-free loan. Mr. Li, this looks like highway robbery?"

"But I feel this deal is a bit of a loss."

Li Mochen shook his head: "My Sunrise Electric Retail Company will be a large company with a market value of at least 300 billion shields in the future. But now, during our expansion, we face uncertain risks."

"The aliens, right?"

Anthony thought carefully, then nodded in recognition: "You're right, that's true."

Before today, although he was optimistic about Sunrise Electric Retail Company, he didn't think it could rise quickly. Under the suppression of many competitors, Sunrise Electric's business map would at most cover the eastern United States within ten years.

But after witnessing the demigod and legendary combat power under Li Mochen, and his ability to almost snipe the Void Night King, he no longer thought so.

Obviously, he had underestimated the young man before him; the latter's strength, even nationwide, was enough to rank among the top hundred.

"But I think some specific terms can still be negotiated. Some things I can't do, but I can compensate through other means."

He knew that as long as Li Mochen himself did not consider him in breach of contract, Natalie Mace's life could still be guaranteed.

"Fine, but the total value of this agreement must be ensured."

Li Mochen knew that the agreement between him and Natalie Mace couldn't really be counted, so he agreed readily.

At this point, he had thrown the 'Braden's Battering Ram' aside, and with satisfaction, rubbed Hazel's head with his hand: "Not bad, little girl, quite impressive."

The little girl seemed extremely satisfied and enjoyed it, her eyes half-closed, her pretty face flushed.

...

At the same time, outside the already dilapidated Arlington Building, a figure in a black robe stood floating in the air, silently looking down at the building that was on the verge of collapse.

Strangely, neither the panicked aliens inside the building nor the magic professionals in Atlanta who came to spy on the situation could detect this person's presence, as if he didn't exist at all.

Until about half a minute later, another figure appeared behind the robed man.

"Good day, Philip I of the Wiltenstein family!"

The newcomer was a young man around thirty, with neatly combed black hair as if sprayed with hair gel, and his attire was completely different from the robed man's style: a white suit, pink shirt, a custom brooch from Edward Jewelry, and a limited-edition watch from the Bulgari Prince brand, very flashy and exquisite.

The robed man's reaction was very cold.

"You're late."

"A friend had a gambling game in Las Vegas; I couldn't miss it."

The young man smiled, then looked at the huge hole in the Arlington Building with some scrutiny: "Interesting, indeed a level 29 'Arcane Blast,' at the divine level. And at the end, a demigod-level 'Barbarian Charge.'"

According to the Magic Association's classification, there are five levels for legends, three ranks for demigods, and after that, the divine level.

"I heard someone also used a level 29 'Time Stop' and then severely wounded that Void Night King Ederick? I think you should have gained something, right, Philip? You arrived much earlier than I did."

"Unfortunately, I don't know much more than you. Apart from confirming that there was a demigod involved and that the sniper hasn't reached the legendary level, I've gained nothing here."

The robed man raised his head, revealing a face withered like dead wood: "At the time of the incident, I was still in a state of slumber. And the anti-magic field in the city not only suppressed all spellcasters but also hindered my perception."

"What about the Magic Tower Committee? They should have monitored it?"

The young man thoughtfully looked up at the chain-like magic tower array above.

"They did monitor it, but they couldn't follow up on the investigation."

The robed man shook his head, his eyes particularly gloomy at this moment: "From the information I've gathered, some committee members wanted to further investigate their identities, but were interfered with and stopped by someone with higher authority."

The young man was stunned, then a hint of seriousness gradually appeared on his face: "That's not good news, Philip. Such a combination of strength can even kill a demigod. Is there no clue at all?"

"Not entirely without."

The robed man fell into contemplation: "The person they rescued from here should be our current richest man in America. And that demigod is a dragonborn of a black dragon, red dragon, or white dragon."