Chapter 452: Exile

"Also, let me give you another piece of advice."

After dispelling Li Mochen's doubts, Anthony shifted his tone: "If you want to take action against certain people in the CIA someday, you should start building your power in the dark world from now on. The light world can indeed bring you immense wealth, but it also has too many restrictions—from private individuals to officials, many will be watching you closely. Only the dark world, a place beyond the law, can truly let you stretch your limbs and gain power that can rival a nation. EMMM~ Do you know how much tax I paid to inherit Light Magic Industries and my father's other assets? A full three hundred billion gold shields. I used various tax avoidance methods, but they still took a huge amount of wealth! But if it's an enterprise in the dark world, the IRS has nothing to do with it. So only in the dark world can one lay the foundation for a prestigious family's enduring legacy."

Upon hearing the first sentence, Li Mochen couldn't help but look at Anthony with a strange gaze. He thought this richest man must have already learned the truth about Li Chunchu and his wife's death—at least part of it.

"Of course, the key is still private armies and gold shields. Occupying a mineral vein, acquiring a hunting group with stable income, or establishing a large-scale breeding base—completing any one of these can give you, A-Mo, assets worth hundreds of billions and support numerous magic energy professionals. This is a shortcut to rapid rise. Your father-in-law, Michel, did exactly that."

Anthony continued: "If you have such intentions, I can provide you with two coordinates right now, not far from Ghost City, corresponding to the suburbs of Atlanta. These are areas where, with a certain investment, you can build a stable 'magic energy realm array.'"

Li Mochen was not deceived by his eloquent words: "This will help your Magic City, won't it?"

Anthony was taken aback at first, then smiled frankly: "I won't lie to you. Recently, my Magic City has indeed been under considerable pressure. My initial estimates were too optimistic. But precisely because of my Magic City, now is the best time for you to enter the dark world."

"I'll consider it."

Li Mochen said as he took out his portable satellite phone from his Ring of Universe.

His intention was to call his chief security officer, Michael Wood. But when he held this brick-like magic energy communication device, he noticed the red signal light in the upper left corner flashing continuously.

When Li Mochen pressed the button to check missed calls, the electronic female voice from the speaker burst out more than a dozen messages.

Some were from subordinates like Michael Wood and Nanette Drew, others from friends like Franks and Dwight Payton, and of course, Michel Medici.

"My father asked me to congratulate you."

Angela, sitting in the front seat, turned back with a smile: "He watched the battle between Mademoiselle Robert Yvonne and Roland Benedict and said it was splendid. Also—I think you should call them back as soon as possible. Lina said my phone has been ringing off the hook."

...

Around the same time, by a swimming pool at a hotel in Atlanta, a stunning woman in a red knit sweater and sunglasses, dressed casually, withdrew her gaze from the direction of the Wiltonshire Building with a thoughtful expression.

Behind her stood a middle-aged man dressed like a butler, reporting to her: "Your Highness, at least from the information we've gathered so far, it doesn't seem to be this lucky Andrew."

"The second-level legendary swordsman who appeared that day did not show up in his camp during this war. He has no legendary magic swordsman under his command. At that time, Michael Wood had just arrived in this city, and his close-combat ability was at most quasi-legendary—"

"And as for the sniper under his command, although we couldn't obtain detailed intelligence on that person, judging by the rate of fire in the battle of the Adriatic Islands, it was definitely not a heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle. Moreover, this person's own strength is at legendary level, or close to it. Not like you said, where his strength might not even reach level twelve."

"Enough!"

The woman raised her hand, interrupting her subordinate's report: "The question is, where did this Atlanta get so many powerful shooters? I have a feeling that the person who severely injured me that day is one of his subordinates, or related to him. That bastard must pay for his actions."

"But we lack evidence—"

"Do we need evidence, Sarah?"

The woman drank her juice while sneering. But her 'butler' frowned deeply: "If it were someone else, I would agree with that statement. But now you are targeting a force that may possess two demigod-level powers. Your Highness, we already have enough enemies. Your current injury also worries me greatly."

The woman's expression froze, then she leaned back: "Then investigate carefully whether there is any strange connection between Anthony Braden and this lucky Andrew recently. If you look hard enough, I'm sure you'll find their trail."

...

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Wiltonshire Building, Margaret Wiltonshire walked into Conshuri's executive office with a heart full of anxiety and fear. Behind her were Cleo and Rodrigo.

"Daddy, my assistant said you were looking for us?"

"Daddy? I haven't heard that word from the three of you in a long time."

Conshuri stood with his hands behind his back behind the desk, gazing at the scenery beyond the glass curtain wall. His tone carried a hint of mockery: "How nostalgic. It reminds me of when you were children, such lovely kids. But from now on, please call me President or Chairman."

Margaret's face turned ashen. She could already sense her father's coldness, pushing them away.

Her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh. Margaret had already guessed what might happen next.

"You should have anticipated this. I called you here to announce a few personnel changes within the Wiltonshire Group."

Conshuri turned around: "Starting tomorrow, Margaret, you will be transferred to Wiltonshire Aquatic Products Company as CEO. Cleo, you will take over Wiltonshire Auto Repair Company. And Rodrigo, you will go to Eastern Europe tomorrow to serve as the regional president there. I need your public relations skills to help improve the group's relations with the governments there. As for your board seats, I have obtained permission from the major shareholders and decided to remove you."

At that moment, the three siblings standing in the office turned deathly pale.

They had considered that Conshuri would settle accounts with them, but they never expected his actions to be so ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for mercy.

Margaret could already taste a sweet, metallic bitterness in her mouth. She clenched her teeth, suppressing the anger, resentment, and grievance in her heart, unwilling to show weakness before her father.

"Then I resign, Mr. Chairman. I don't think Wiltonshire Aquatic Products Company can make use of my talents."