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"Chief Steward, please come forward to take a look." One of the youths whispered.

The old man immediately took two steps forward and pointed at the lock on the safe. When the old man looked down, he could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.

The youth said, "This safe was imported from West Germany by the family head. The lock was made of Hundred Refined Vajra, and it is exceptionally hard. But now, the lock was broken from the shock."

Hearing that, Mi Ann immediately followed and looked around, wiping the blood off his mouth, "Wa, wa, it really is broken, and it is broken into pieces!"

The young man did not look at Mi Ann, and instead spoke to the old man: "It's fine if the lock core is broken, but if Chief Steward were to make a move, it would probably achieve the same effect, but... The outer shell of the safe was completely unharmed! The cause of this situation was the release of the Internal Strength! Through the Internal Strength, the lock core suffered a heavy injury! "

The old man's face was ugly as he said, "Only a grandmaster can do this! This old man... "Not yet."

"It's Grandmaster!" Mi Ann followed up, "A Grandmaster, come … our Divine Grass Hall stealing? This is the third time. "

Another youth said: "Old butler, if this thief is Grandmaster Stage, then it's no wonder that Mi Ann and the rest can't defend it. I see that there's an infrared light here, and a large number of security personnel are monitoring everything.

Mi Ann was so excited that tears were flowing down her cheeks, "Thank you brother monk for speaking up for me."

The old steward spoke coldly, "This old man spent a huge sum of money to gather these medicines. When the Patriarch comes out of seclusion and uses them to refine the Saint Origin Pill for the young master, they will all be stolen …"

Mi Monk whispered: "Old butler, this time, it's not just a simple theft. It's extremely possible … they are here for the Young Master and our Mi Family. "

The old man nodded slightly.

At this moment, the sound of sirens came from outside.

The old man frowned, he immediately looked at Mi Ann: "You're calling the police?"

Mi Ann was so scared that he almost peed on his pants, he shook his hands, "No, no, I don't, it's not me." Then he looked behind him. "Who called!"

A young man shakily stood up, his face sallow, and raised his hand. "I …"

Mi Ann was a martial artist, so the strength behind his slap was great. It immediately sent the young security guard flying, "Damn, who told you to make a phone call without my permission? Ah, idiot! F * ck me! Are you trying to kill me!? "

The old man frowned, he was not willing to see Mi Ann berating his subordinates, so all of the security guards kept quiet, and stood there, not daring to move.

Mi Ann said angrily: "You bunch of bastards! If I can't live today, all of you will die! "F * ck, losing the thing is not my business alone. If I don't take the blame and go to hell, everyone will die together!"

"Mi Ann!" Mi Monk shouted.

Mi Ann lowered his head, his face was filled with order.

"Chief Steward, from what I know, Mi Ann has been spending his days at Divine Grass Hall, he has not left during the day and night, and is under a lot of pressure. He is responsible for this matter, and if it was me, facing a Grandmaster stealing from him, I'm afraid I can only do nothing." The Mi Monk said.

The old man acknowledged him but did not say any punishments. Mi Ann was immediately moved in his heart as he looked at Mi Monk with grateful eyes.

At this moment, Xie Rou from the city police station came in majestically with five or six plainclothes.

Mi Monk said: "Chief Steward, it's good to leave this matter to the police. Let them investigate, maybe they will find some clues."

"Mm, you are in charge of handling this matter." The old man said.

"..."

As the weather grew brighter, a black fur coat appeared on Jiang Wuchen's body. Its design was a little old, but this coat was actually bought for him by the Uncle Zhong when he left for the Tiantai Mountain three years ago.

Unfortunately, Jiang Wuchen despised being ugly and did not wear it on his body.

From the looks of it, this coat was not bad. It was steady and generous, yet slender and tall. Its black outer appearance was extremely similar to Jiang Wuchen's current state of mind.

On Monday, for class twelve, the most lively and exciting event was the most recent group competition. The group competition had already passed, and the following matches were even more exciting.

After the top twelve teams were chosen, luck was on the side of the top twelve. Their opponents were the lower eight classes.

Class 8 was the class with the best results, but its level of football was very ordinary. To be able to enter the second round, it was all dependent on the group stage.

The confrontation between Class 12 and Class 8 this time around had allowed everyone to see their hopes of advancing.

For the entire morning, other than a few students who were paying close attention to the lecture, the rest of the students were discussing how they would torture the eighth class in the afternoon.

After a month of training, the level of football in Class 12 had increased by more than one level. The key point was that they had the most powerful gatekeeper, Saint – Darcy, and Young Master Zheng!

Against the eighth match, they had complete confidence in winning. Once they defeated the eighth match, they would be able to enter the top six.

Although it was only one thousand yuan, it was still better than nothing. Money was a small thing, but the key was that Class 12 was enough for it to be recorded in the history of the Violet Kingdom.

Jiang Wuchen was still listening attentively, learning all the knowledge his teacher taught him in earnest. To be able to reverse the situation by saying three things, his worst case was algebra, but after going through school for a period of time, he had more or less mastered it.

When the football match ended, it would be the entire school's mock exam. This time, the style of the college entrance exam was completely consistent with the simulation.

Those students who loved to study attached great importance to the exam.

In the afternoon, Class 12 gathered at the west sports field. Other than the eleven soccer players and Jiang Wuchen, there were five more substitutes.

Even so, they still looked down on Jiang Wuchen a little in their hearts. Jiang Wuchen was taller and stronger than them, but he was just a substitute keeper.

Under the bright halo of the door god Zheng Wenxi, he would definitely not have a chance to fight in a match in a Violet Roland.

The two teams' players went up on stage and the match began. Compared to a month ago, Class 12's level had indeed improved greatly. They passed the ball and ran away, looking very decent.

At the side, they had even invited a coach from the Haichuan Football Association to direct them.

The eighth squad was much weaker and adopted the defensive strategy of a tortoise.

The match between the two was very boring, it lasted for 80 minutes, Class 12 only managed to get one goal, and the one who scored was Pei Soong, who relied on his speed to shake off the person behind him, and scored with a single slash.

After the match, everyone happily prepared to eat at the cafeteria outside the school. Since Jiang Wuchen did not participate, no one took it seriously, since, other than studying, he did not get along well with everyone else.