Chapter 387: Aftermath

"Dragon's Might?"

The moment Zoe Dowlington sensed the dragon's might contained in the bullet, his face turned cold, and he immediately left the sofa he had been sitting on.

As the legendary powerhouse vanished, several of his attendants also quickly flashed away—not all of them were legends, but they all carried magical artifacts with space-teleportation capabilities.

Only then did Li Mochen's expression relax. Just now, the Fenrir Wolf had fired three shots at him in quick succession, nearly killing him on the spot.

This also matched the characteristics of 'Dragon's Might'; the 3721 Linfield was a bolt-action rifle, with a relatively fast rate of fire among sniper rifles.

Then he walked to the window and observed the situation outside.

Of course, Li Mochen wasn't that careless; in front of him, Hazel was acting as a shield. The latter stood before him holding a sci-fi-looking shield. Li Mochen then hid behind the girl, craning his neck to peek outside.

This scene made the others still in the apartment glance sideways. Hazel herself didn't feel anything special; she was also curiously looking outside.

"Is that the Fenrir Wolf? Can we catch him this time?"

She felt that if Li Mochen could take control of her body at this moment, he would almost certainly be able to take down that guy.

"It's uncertain."

Li Mochen was not optimistic: "If they could catch him, they wouldn't have waited until now."

As expected, Mr. Dowlington, the head of the External Affairs Department, returned with a dark face. His attendants also all had cold, dejected expressions.

One of them couldn't help but complain quietly to his colleague: "What the hell! What kind of artifact is he holding? Even the magic tower array was useless."

Li Mochen shook his head and sighed: "See, Director Dowlington, that guy even dared to kill someone right in front of you. Unbelievable. Has that Fenrir Wolf gone this crazy? I almost died just now. I heard that someone from the Wiltonshire family was also killed this morning, right?"

"His primary target was me!"

Lance Jeffrey, the Chief Superintendent of Crime Control Strategy, was still shaken. As he spoke, he glanced at Li Mochen, not only with gratitude but also with some shock.

He had reached the position of Chief Superintendent, so his strength was naturally considerable; he was currently an eighteenth-level magic hunter. Yet just now, when the Fenrir Wolf targeted him, he hadn't sensed anything until the bullet pierced the bulletproof glass.

But Li Mochen had detected it early and saved his life.

Although he didn't yet know the true strength of this young man, such a level of perception was already comparable to that of a legend.

This rising star in combat sports, who had been dominating recently but widely questioned, was he really this strong?

"I apologize for startling you, Mr. Wiltonshire. This is our negligence. That damned Fenrir Wolf—I'll smash his head sooner or later."

Zoe Dowlington, knowing he was in the wrong, took the initiative to apologize and soothe: "Let's call it a day for now. As you can see, I still have many matters to handle."

Given the current situation, they couldn't continue the discussion. Fortunately, they had already said most of what needed to be said.

However, Zoe Dowlington's words were not a farewell. After all, a Deputy Inspector had been killed in Li Mochen's apartment; they had to process the scene and collect possible evidence.

Li Mochen felt helpless, knowing that he and Hazel would have to go to Angela's place for the night.

He also felt uncomfortable—it might be ungracious, but seeing someone's brains splattered in his own home was still a very unpleasant feeling.

"How long will it take? Three hours? Fine, I'll leave it to you. But my safe cannot be touched; there are many valuable items inside. Siguo, have your people keep an eye on them."

Just as Li Mochen and Hazel were leaving, Lance Jeffrey came over specifically to express his gratitude. They exchanged business cards and agreed to have dinner together soon.

When Li Mochen took the elevator to the thirty-fifth floor, Randall Keadila, the Inspector of the North District Police, went down with him.

"Amo, someone asked me: do you absolutely have to bankrupt the Ferguson Media Group?"

"Someone? Prosecutor Richard Claire?"

Li Mochen knew the two had been close recently: "Why doesn't he just call me and ask?"

He understood, thinking, so that's it—this was Randall Keadila's purpose for coming.

"It's Senator Claire."

Randall didn't intend to hide it from him; he valued his friendship with Li Mochen greatly.

For a police officer who had risen from the平民 class, this friendship with Li Mochen was precious.

"I guess she's worried you might refuse? Or she wants me to persuade you."

"So what does the Senator think about this? And what's the situation on their side?"

"Amo, I'm just a small fry; I know very little."

Randall shrugged: "It looks pretty bad. The Education Committee is bound to be purged—that's your doing, right? And the Ferguson Media Group—their newspapers couldn't be distributed today, and their cable TV couldn't broadcast. If this continues, their subscribers and advertisers will all leave. But I feel that the Senator values Ferguson Media a lot; she doesn't want to lose it, nor does she want the Education Committee issue to continue fermenting or even expanding further. Amo, I'm not sure if they have a way to save Ferguson, nor do I know how bad Ferguson Media's situation really is. But whatever countermeasures they take will depend on your attitude."

Li Mochen fell into deep thought, then replied after thirty seconds: "Then please tell her that my goal is Mandywin Ferguson. I need that person to no longer pose any threat to me. Besides that, although I have no intention of taking over the Ferguson Media Group's assets, I cannot come out of this incident empty-handed after paying a huge price. In fact, the assets under my name can also cooperate with the Conservative Party. I guarantee with my reputation that all media I acquire will not change their political stance."

He wouldn't hitch his wagon to the Civic Party alone; Atlanta was, after all, the Conservative Party's territory.

Li Mochen's relationship with Ms. Elizabeth Isolt was more personal than political.

"Also, the former vice principal of Lynden Academy, Georgia, is clearly the best candidate to take over the Education Committee. His good character and reputation will help resolve public doubts. As for the membership of the Magic Tower Committee, I need the support of the Claire family. It's just a small effort for them."

Randall listened silently, committing every word Li Mochen said, along with his expressions and tone, deeply to memory.

This was Li Mochen's price; he would relay it verbatim to the Senator.