Chapter 341: Assistance

In an office within the 'Light Demon's Wings' estate in Manhattan, Natalie Mays sat behind her desk, her face cold as ice.

Before her, a magical projection played.

In front of the translucent blue light screen, an old man with white hair and beard smiled bitterly.

"Miss Mays, we are truly powerless now. Atlanta's magic tower array is very tight, and it's difficult to break through the anti-magic field with ordinary methods."

"Gundel has already attempted the legendary spell 'Rhea's Unruly Hand' to tear open a path from the spacetime level, but the result was being exiled to the Astral Plane. Even with his mastery of spacetime magic, it will take him 3 to 5 days to return."

"If I'm not mistaken, that should be the 'Void Night Lord' of the Inhumans, a powerful being close to demigod level. This person is especially skilled in banishment spells."

"In other words, you alone cannot carry out the rescue, right?"

Natalie Mays fell into deep thought: "Then what is your suggestion?"

"Three options. First, hire external help at a high cost. I can help invite several legendary mages to assist, perhaps they can contend with that Void Night Lord. Second, seek help from local forces in Atlanta, whether it's Wiltenstein, Vanderrick, Van Peter, or the uncrowned king of Georgia—all have enough power to intervene—"

But the white-haired old man saw resistance on Natalie Mays's face.

This was within his expectations. The disappearance of Anthony Braden was still known to few. Once this news leaked, it would shake all of America. For the stock price of Light Magic Industries and Anthony's own career, it would be an earthquake-like impact, potentially causing this large military-industrial group to collapse in a very short time.

As for the local forces in Atlanta—he also understood the situation there, knowing that these prominent families would hardly go all out.

Most crucially, these demigods demanded a high price, so high that even Light Magic Industries might not bear it, and they couldn't fully trust those guys.

Wiltenstein and Vanderrick—could they really not solve these Inhumans? Did they really care about the hostages? They just didn't want to provoke those unscrupulous madmen without sufficient benefit.

Compared to the Inhumans, the brutality and madness of the Dragon Cult were nothing.

"The third option is to transfer Blake to Atlanta. To ensure absolute safety, he alone is not enough; several legends stationed in Magic City must also participate in the operation."

"That's impossible. Magic City is the Boss's life's work."

Natalie frowned: "The Braden family spent forty years but couldn't build a stable base in the dark world. Magic City has shown us a glimmer of hope, and the Boss has already paid too much for it."

—If they couldn't secure a stable source of materials in the dark world, the foundation of Light Magic Industries would never be solid, and that was the most basic part of an American prestigious family.

"But if the Boss dies at the hands of the Inhumans, then both the Braden family and Light Magic Industries will vanish like smoke."

The white-haired old man sighed, his face full of reluctance: "Natalie, I know how hard we've worked to build Magic City, but at this moment, we must make a choice. You are the assistant president of Light Magic Industries and the person the Boss trusts most. At this time, you must take responsibility. Only you have the authority now."

Natalie Mays's expression dimmed: "I understand, but I need time to think."

"Then please do it quickly. You must understand, the later we act, the more dangerous the Boss's situation becomes."

With that, the white-haired old man ended the communication. In the office, the elegant and capable beautiful woman wearily leaned back, slumping into her office chair.

But just three minutes later, the phone on the desk rang. Natalie Mays reluctantly answered, and a female voice said: "Miss Mays, Mr. Otto has just led people into Laboratory 3."

Natalie immediately frowned: "Didn't I give an order that no one is allowed to enter Laboratory Area 3?"

"But he's the Vice Chairman and CEO. He produced the board's authorization to inspect the research progress of Laboratory 3."

The female voice explained helplessly: "We couldn't stop him, Miss Mace, neither by status nor by authority."

"I understand. Please do your best to create obstacles in whatever way you can, okay? The BOSS will thank you. Mainly, protect the core data of the lab. This is just a small issue, don't worry too much—"

After hanging up the phone, Natalie Mace let out a pained groan. Then, like a drowning person grasping for the last straw, she frowned deeply and repeatedly flipped through the stack of intelligence reports on Atlanta City before her.

About twenty minutes later, Natalie's expression shifted slightly as she fixed her gaze on a name on the paper.

Angela Medici—

Hesitating for less than a second, Natalie Mace quickly dialed a phone number.

"Antonio? Why would you think to call me at this hour? Don't be so willful—have you even looked at the time?"

"It's me, Mr. Medici."

Natalie Mace pressed a button on her desk, and the legendary spell configured there soon projected the figure of a white-haired middle-aged man into the office.

Likewise, the other side could see her as well.

"Natalie Mace?"

Michelle's displeasure eased slightly: "May I ask what this is about, Miss Mace? Calling me at this hour shouldn't be about our cooperative business."

"Mr. Medici! My BOSS once told me that if there was anyone among all his partners worthy of his trust, you, Mr. Medici, would certainly be one of them."

Natalie Mace hesitated briefly at this point, then let out a light sigh: "My BOSS and I now need to ask for your help."

Michelle Medici's expression froze slightly, then he said thoughtfully: "Please tell me—what exactly has happened?"

"Antonio is in Atlanta City right now."

Natalia stated succinctly, knowing he would understand her meaning.

"I know Miss Angela is in Atlanta City. So, Mr. Medici, you must have legendary-level forces by her side, right?"

"Antonio? In Atlanta? The Aberrants? That's quite a bombshell."

Michelle's face turned slightly pale, then he murmured: "So, you want to borrow my people to rescue your BOSS, correct?"

"It's very dangerous, so my idea is whether we can borrow their help to get our people into the anti-magic field."

Natalie Mace looked at him with utmost hope: "Of course, my BOSS and I are willing to pay a price for this."

"That's not very feasible. The only person I have stationed there right now is a legendary-level hunter. Even if you succeed, I'm afraid it will be difficult to rescue him without alarming the enemy. I know among the Aberrants there is one called the Lord of the Void Night, who possesses exceptional spatial abilities."

Michelle shook his head dismissively. But his next words pulled Natalie back from the brink of despair.

"However, you're in luck. There is still a force in Atlanta capable of rescuing Antonio. Natalie, do you know a man named Andre Lee Widenstein?"