Chapter 636 You need an insurance at this time (fifth update, please give me a monthly ticket)

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

Moore turned to look out the window and saw where the heavy fog was coming from.

No, there is an aura of magic in it.

Maul stood up suddenly.

The whole class and teacher looked at Moore.

"Moll, what are you doing? Sit down, there is class now."

"I'm sorry, teacher, I suddenly remembered that I have something..."

"Come back here, where are you going?"

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

But after taking a few steps, he found that he was lost.

The fog was so thick that I couldn't see the road at all.

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

More became nervous and could only fumble in the fog.

Suddenly Moore heard something. Where was it?

Maul moved toward the source of the sound.

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

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

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me...it was him who suddenly rushed into the middle of the road..." The bald man's face turned pale with fright.

Moore was lying on the ground covered in blood, his pupils a little dilated.

There is no fog around, nothing...

…

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

"Crowly, well done, you are indeed my good granddaughter." An old voice came from the phone.

"Where's Jack?"

"That idiot beat people to death."

"I've told you before, there's no need to bother others with this kind of trivial matter, I can handle it by myself." Crowley said, "Will the Supernatural Association kill Bellington to vent its anger?"

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

"Grandpa, those people from the Supernatural Association are nothing to worry about. Why don't we go directly to their headquarters?"

"Woolley has explored the area. Although the Supernatural Association is very weak, there seems to be a large number of evil spirits in their headquarters. I don't know what agreement they have reached with the evil spirit group. The two parties can coexist peacefully, so if they attack rashly, Not only do we have to face the Supernatural Association, but we may also have to face a large number of evil spirits, so we cannot storm the headquarters of the Supernatural Association. I won’t let my grandchildren do such a dangerous thing.”

"Then attack their headquarters during the day."

"We only have you, Woolley, Jack, Daris and me now. Even if those evil spirits don't come out during the day, it's still a bit unsafe. We'll wait until your father and mother bring people to Los Angeles."

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

"Woolley said that when he was investigating the Supernatural Society today, he met the president of the Supernatural Society on the road and killed their boss with one shot."

"I'm laughing so hard...the Supernatural Association is so weak, and their boss was shot to death." Crowley laughed: "What's so scary about such a useless organization? I can handle it by myself. "

…

"President, something happened."

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

"What happened?"

"Bill died, and Moore was in a car accident and ended up in the hospital."

"Uh... accident?" Chen Zhao asked doubtfully.

"Bill was beaten to death in the hospital." West said solemnly: "Moll, according to witnesses, he ran onto the road by himself and was hit by a speeding car. Here we are, I suspect he is under 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 person on the way here in the morning.

Chen Zhao's whole body felt bad.

He had forgotten the feeling of dying.

West paused for a few seconds.

"President, something happened to Moed too."

Chen Zhao's heart sank: "Those who are in trouble are all people outside the headquarters. You have left all the people in the headquarters for the time being. By the way... is there any news about Yingjilite?"

"No, I'll call Yingjilit now."

"I'll contact Yingjilit. You should keep an eye on the people at the headquarters first and don't let them move around."

Although Chen Zhao has always despised his own supernatural association.

But he is now the president of the Supernatural Association.

Now that his younger brother is being bullied, Chen Zhao has no choice but to take responsibility.

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

"Hey, English, where are you?"

"Huh? President... I'm in a meeting at the company now. I'll call you later."

"Right now, a group of people are attacking people in our association. Bill is dead. Moore and Moed are both seriously injured and in the hospital. Where are you first? I'll go find you."

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

"Fake, I'm just asking you where your company is."

"No. xxxx, Violet Street."

"You stay in the company now and don't move around at will. That group of people shouldn't dare to attack at will. I'll go over now." Chen Zhao said.

…

Chen Zhao rushed downstairs to Yingjilit's company.

English sells insurance.

Downstairs in the company, Chen Zhao called Yingjilit again.

English delayed going downstairs for more than ten minutes.

"Why so slow?"

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

"what?"

"Policy, President, this is a rare opportunity. If you buy this policy, you will definitely make a profit without any loss. As long as something happens, the policy of 12,000 US dollars can pay out 1.25 million US dollars. You Tell me, is it a good deal?"

Seeing that Chen Zhao was silent, Yingjilit continued to say excitedly: "Not just you, I have also prepared an insurance policy for other people in our association."

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

"Not yet, according to the rules of our insurance industry, you cannot buy a policy for yourself, and I don't want others to make this money." English said.

"You'd better buy one as soon as possible, otherwise, I won't be able to help but want to slap you to death." Chen Zhao said through gritted teeth.

"..."

English trembled and did not dare to look at Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao's shadow vision suddenly opened.

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

Chen Zhao calmly patted English on the shoulder: "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 around now watching us. I believe that as long as you enter the garage, they will follow."

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

“To my co-worker, buy me an insurance policy.”