Chapter 718

EU, conference room.

In the dead and empty hall, Mr. curt walked up and down the conference room alone, his face anxious, as if waiting for something.

"Bang."

Finally, the door of the conference room was roughly pushed open, and a blonde man in a black suit came in with a stack of A4 papers in his hand, looking very ugly.

"Got the data? How's it going? "

Kurt turned to look at the blonde man and asked.

The man directly threw the stack of data on the conference table and said.

"See for yourself."

Faced with the rude behavior of the blonde man, curt not only didn't show his displeasure, but immediately stepped forward, picked up the stack of A4 paper and browsed it.

The first piece of paper has a row of big characters in English with simple black slashes.

"Data analysis of the battle between the Sword Fairy in white and the guardian of China"

different from ye Kai's other battles, the contest took place in the capital with a large population. Many of the world's strong men went to Qingyun Mountain to watch it in person. Naturally, the Chinese military region will not release any specific data about the contest, but these strong men are different.

The data in the hands of the blonde men is exactly what they want from the guardians of the Egyptian pyramids.

Curt's eyes swept quickly over a sheet of A4 paper full of charts and words. The speed became slower and slower, and the expression on his face became more and more complex.

A moment later, curt's eyes were blank, and his hands dropped limply, letting the data fall to the ground.

"Wow."

He swallowed his mouth and said in a dazed way.

"The physical strength alone is comparable to the mini nuclear bomb, the white Sword Fairy Is it still human? "

All the time, curt's heart was full of anger. He always wanted to find a chance to revenge on the white sword fairy who humiliated himself.

The blonde man shook his head and spoke helplessly.

"If only his physical strength is comparable to that of the atomic bomb, the silver dragon, flying sword and Leifa he used when fighting with the Chinese guardians, according to the data, their power is comparable to that of a small nuclear bomb, and the last blow he defeated long Qingyun, his estimated power is equivalent to..."

"A 100000 ton equivalent atomic bomb."

When the blonde man said that, curt collapsed.

At the beginning, the atomic bomb that destroyed an island was no more than 20000 tons. Ye Kai's sword was five times as powerful as that atomic bomb. How terrible!

Whether it's killing several European guardians, defeating Nicholas, the captain of the US team, or even the thirteen round table knights, or killing Haizu, curt has a trace of fantasy in his heart. He thinks that there are still people on the earth who can defeat him and help him revenge, because these people are the strongest, and they are only half step immortals, a little higher than ye Kai's cultivation .

But that dragon clear cloud, but thoroughly, really live immortal!

Even long Qingyun can't beat the man, on this earth, who can beat him?

The blonde man paused for a moment and said calmly.

"Just now, those underground organizations who had contact with us and also had a grudge against the white Sword Fairy just sent us all plans to give up their revenge on the white Sword Fairy and refused to cooperate with us."

Kurt fell on the sofa, staring at the white clouds in the sky outside the big window. There was nothing else in his eyes except despair.

Los Angeles Airport, USA.

With the roar of the engine, a private plane with the sign of Qunlong base slowly landed at the airport. The cabin door opened and a Chinese man in a white shirt came out without any package.

The security chief of the airport saw the scene and immediately frowned and said.

"Chinese? Or a private jet? FAK

After simply sending a message to the president of the airport, he pushed away the people in the security room, crowded together, and stopped the man walking slowly.

"Please show me your identification."

The chief security officer turned his eyes, looked up and down at the young man in white and yelled.

Not to mention that there has never been a private plane in Los Angeles airport that stops in the center of the fairway in such an open and aboveboard manner before, and it is even more intolerable that it is actually a Chinese.

The young man in white ignored the security guard who stopped him from the side and went directly to the airport hall. He was ignored. The security guard's two blue tendons burst up on his face and yelled.

"Arrest this Chinese monkey who has been smuggled here!"

More than a dozen security guards rushed out from the corner, holding a swing stick in hand, glaring at the young man in white, surrounded him. When they were about to rush up, a serious voice suddenly rang out.

"You bastards, stop it!"

In a daze, the security chief turned his fat body and looked behind him. He saw that the chairman, who was wearing high-grade formal clothes, was blushing with a dragon box in his hand. He walked towards him and scolded.As soon as the chief security officer wanted to say something, the chairman rushed up and slapped him in the face. The fat on the chief security officer's face swayed in the air and almost staggered and fell down.

"You're fired."

Cold voice left this sentence, the chairman left a face of muddled security chief, squeeze out a smile, and walked to the position of the young man in white.

"Mr. Ye, did you have a good trip?"

With that, he picked up the Dragon box in both hands and handed it to the young man in white, with a flattering face.

"This is the dragon you checked in."

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

President of Los Angeles. Who is that? It's hard for other people to meet him. It takes a week from appointment to meeting. But such an honorable chairman, this meeting actually personally sent Xinglong to this young man in white.

What's going on here?

And the young man in white took the Dragon box and nodded.

"Well."

With that, he went to the airport hall without looking back, leaving a confused security chief and a dozen security guards standing in the same place like a fool. They looked at the young man in white carrying the Dragon box and could not say a word.

An unknown underground bar on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

Three or four men in vests were sitting around a small wooden table, with long scars on their bare strong muscles. They were drinking wine with large caliber glasses, and their faces turned red. They seemed to be chatting excitedly.

A bald man drank all the beer in his glass and said with a sigh of relief.

"Recently, I really don't know what bad luck I've had. Big customers come to me one by one. That's a great feeling, not to mention how cool it is!"

When the man next to him heard him say this, he filled the wine for him with a smile and said, "I can see that you have made a lot recently. Do you pay for this wine?"

"No problem!" The bald man waved his hand with a bold expression.

"Just taking out each recent order is enough for me to live a good life for a month. When my money is settled, I'll invite you to drink every day!"

Everyone laughed when they heard the man say so.

"All fat lists? Next time, bring your brothers with you. " Said a stout man in a beret, smiling.

"Well, I recently got a client who asked to investigate the vampire issue."

When the bald man heard this, he didn't think much of it. He laughed with disdain and said, "rich people are interested in this kind of things that can't be seen."

"But this client is a Chinese."

Hearing the man in the hat say so, everyone can't help but pick eyebrows. The bald man smiles, and then a greedy smile appears on his face.

"Oh? It's said that Chinese people are all soft and easy to bully. This man actually wants to investigate vampires. It seems that he is a fat man! "

Four people you look at me, I look at you, coincidentally laughed.

The man in the beret looked down at his watch and said with a smirk.

"The appointed time is coming, and he is coming."

"What are you waiting for when all the fat and oil are delivered to your door?"

The other three men nodded and immediately hid on a table on the other side of the pub, pretending nothing had happened.

Then the old wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, and a young Chinese in white came in with a dragon box in his hand.

The beret man whistled. The Chinese youth noticed the man, sat down opposite him and asked directly.

"How is the investigation going?"

The beret man scratched the back of his head and said with an expression of embarrassment.

"Boss, as you know, it's getting more and more difficult for us to do this business recently. There are less and less channels for information, especially for vampires, which are already dying out

"Well."

Yu Guang, a beret man, glances at the small dragon box in the hands of the young man in white. He knows that there are all white dollar bills.

The beret man licked the dry tip of his tongue and continued.

"We Mingren don't talk in secret. Give me all you have, and I'll tell you the news."

When the young Chinese heard what the beret man said, he gave a smile.

"Good."

With that, he raised his hand, put the Dragon box on the wooden table and opened it in the direction of the man.

It's hard to imagine the number of neatly placed dollar bills lying in the Dragon box.

Seeing this scene, not to mention the companion of the beret man, all the people in the tavern stood up, but the young man in white didn't care and opened his mouth slowly.

"Here's 50 million dollars. Do you want it?"Before the beret man can react, ye Kai checks the Dragon box and picks his eyebrows, showing a disdainful smile.

"Dream."