Chapter 460: Powerful Reinforcements

What Li Mochen didn't know was that, just as he began preparing to enter the dark world and anxiously awaited news from Jennifer, in a hotel in Atlanta, his photo had already been pinned to the wall with a dagger.

"Are you sure it's him, Bob?"

"Still not certain, but from the intelligence I've gathered so far, this one is indeed highly suspicious."

Beside Delfinia Adric, Bob Albinsson, dressed as a butler, responded in a deep, cold voice: "I noticed that among the goods they sold in the Antoria continent, there was a large quantity of heavy equipment from Light Magic Industries. Although these weapons were ostensibly obtained from Kadir Arms Company and have nothing to do with Anthony Braden, we found that this transaction occurred after that incident. And the forces in America capable of amassing such a large batch of weapons in such a short time are few, and that Kadir Arms Company is definitely not among them."

"Also, I discovered that Mr. Wiltonsen has exceptionally abundant funds. I investigated his funding sources through special connections, ultimately tracing them back to several offshore companies that had previously had some business dealings with Anthony Braden."

"And our astrologer, though previously unable to locate Anthony's position, created a chart based on over a dozen divination results. We found that his movement trajectory actually coincided with the voyage of the Alliance's Wing fleet. But someone interfered with the divination results, shifting the position thousands of kilometers to the west, leading us to believe he was hiding in South America."

"Enough!"

Delfinia waved her hand, her aura growing increasingly cold: "You don't object to me making a move against him, do you?"

"Indeed, but you cannot act recklessly; we must choose our timing carefully."

Bob Albinsson's eyes flickered: "Your Highness, you are still injured, and beside Andrei there are likely two demigods and a powerful sniper—I mean, if he is indeed the mastermind behind the last incident. Additionally, his subordinates include many legends. And Andrei's grandfather, Conshuri Wiltonsen, possesses unfathomable power."

"Then what suitable suggestion do you have?"

Delfinia turned back, looking at the middle-aged man beside her with expectant eyes: "You know, my abilities don't really matter where I am. His talent is strong, but he is currently only a twelfth-level magic swordsman."

"Of course, you could crush him like an ant, but it's best not to act within the city. Conshuri is the vice chairman of the Magic Tower Committee, but his actual power extends far beyond that. He owns a twelve-story magic tower, and his influence spreads like a spider's web over the entire city."

"You mean I can't act within the city?" Delfinia seemed somewhat impatient.

"You could do it, but we would also bear great risks."

Bob paused briefly: "And I happen to know that he is about to meet someone soon, and may personally go to the international airport to pick him up. That person is a powerful legend from the Old Continent with a distinguished record—Victor Maxim! This man has been causing a stir throughout America recently. Various factions in the American Federation want to recruit him, including Andrei Lee Wiltonsen."

...

"Hello, Mr. Victor Maxim."

In a lounge inside Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, Li Mochen, who had traveled here in secret, met the fifth-level legend he had been eagerly awaiting.

This was a former employee of the Soviet Union's 'State Security Committee,' a fifth-level legendary shield warrior who also served as a first-level legendary magic shooter. After the dissolution of the Soviet Union, he worked for the Great Slavic Republic.

However, the Great Slavic Republic's economy had always been poor, plagued by internal problems, and its power and territory in the dark world had been shrinking. This once mighty nation could no longer support its numerous top-tier experts.

Mr. Maxim had been exceptionally loyal to his country. While others either left or took advantage of the privatization wave to embezzle state assets and become wealthy, he persisted for nine years. Only after his personal treatment was repeatedly reduced and corrupt, greedy officials continuously marginalized him to remove this obstacle did he finally decide to leave the land he loved and was heartbroken over.

Mr. Maxim had been wise before, not signing a new spiritual contract as required by the authorities after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, thus not binding himself to the newly born Great Slavic Republic.

"I am truly grateful for your arrival; it is an unparalleled surprise for me."

After all, this was a peak fifth-level legendary combatant, especially after receiving his 'Mithril Holy Shield' and 'Dragon Tooth Flail.' Victor Maxim's strength should be close to that of a demigod.

For such a figure, if free, it would be nearly impossible for them to serve others. They could easily establish their own enterprise and become a local power. Forming a hunting group could amass assets worth hundreds of billions of gold shields.

Thus, although Mr. Maxim, due to his age, could no longer start a business from scratch, Li Mochen still treated him with great respect.

"I am also honored by your invitation."

Victor Maxim shook hands with Li Mochen, and after they sat down, he got straight to the point: "I read your letter, Mr. Wiltonsen. You said you could help me extend my life, correct?"

Li Mochen smiled and said firmly: "I did mention that in the letter, and after seeing you in person, I am still quite confident in extending your life by eighty to a hundred years."

He knew this was the most important point for the other party. Among all those who had invited Victor Maxim, Li Mochen's offer was by no means the most generous.

So Li Mochen's words were especially resolute.

Mr. Maxim's eyes brightened slightly: "Are you sure? You should know that at my level, even the effects of most mythical drugs are limited. Even the Fountain of Life can only extend my life by about a year or two."

"Of course!" Li Mochen smiled confidently: "Before inviting you, I had already made a detailed study of your condition. The Soviet Union's research in life sciences and pharmaceuticals once surpassed that of America. I wouldn't overestimate myself."

"If that's the case, I would be happy to serve under you. But how can you be sure you can achieve this?"

Li Mochen smiled without answering, instead placing a small teacup in front of the other man. The latter looked puzzled at the pale blue crystalline liquid in the cup, then after carefully identifying it, brought it to his lips and took a sip.

His eyes then lit up: "Star power? Life essence? I sense your magic—did you refine this?"

Maxim drained the cup, then stared at Li Mochen with an incredulous gaze: "The Divine Authority of Life, is it?"

"I have already proven my ability to do this, Mr. Maxim. If you are still not at ease, we can bind it through a contract."

Li Mochen placed a soul contract in front of Victor Maxim: "This is the highest-level astral spirit contract."