English entered the North American Illuminati headquarters.

The one who led him was a white-haired woman. In addition to her strange hair, she was still very beautiful.

"Sir, please come here." said the white-haired woman.

Under the leadership of the white-haired woman, England came to a conference hall.

"Okay, Miss, please call the person who wants to sign the insurance in."

"Okay, please wait."

Soon, the white-haired woman came in with twenty people.

English found that these people were dressed in different ways and did not look like employees of the same company at all.

Instead, he looks more like a member of the Supernatural Society and is dressed in different styles.

English hasn't felt anything wrong before.

But now, from an outsider's perspective, I suddenly feel a little awkward.

Should I tell the president to unify the clothes when the association is carrying out tasks?

"Sir, sir... can you sign an insurance contract?" English came to his senses and was actually distracted at work.

But this is already the norm, and now English is focusing most of its energy on the supernatural association.

"Okay, sorry, let's start."

Twenty people took the insurance contract and took a look, and then they all signed their names.

Then the white-haired woman brought in another twenty people.

English repetitioned the same work.

English Little did he feel that these people were not ordinary people, they were all psychics!

Although most of them can't feel it, there are always one or two people who are not strong and have poor control over their own magic. It is easy for English to feel the magic on them.

No wonder, it turns out that this is a supernatural organization.

But it seems that there are quite a lot of people.

Although it is just signing an insurance contract, not negotiating a contract, it doesn’t take much time.

But there are too many people, at least more than 400 people.

There are quite a lot of people in this supernatural organization.

However, judging by English perception, most of the people in this supernatural organization are similar to those of the past.

He is a psychic at the level of a muddy.

Of course, English is not afraid to say that he will win against anyone in the association now, but he can definitely stand on his own to the outside world.

English has a very good mentality, and he thinks that no one has come from that stage.

However, the strength of an organization really has nothing to do with the number of people.

Their supernatural association has only twenty or thirty people, but most of them have outstanding strength.

Even Edos dared to run out and take orders by himself.

By the way, Edos will be discharged from the hospital in the next two days. He can play with Edos on weekdays, so he should pick him up and be discharged from the hospital.

The gray-haired woman found that English was distracted again.

I suddenly had a much worse impression of English.

But the insurance contract has been signed by this time.

"Mr. English, I'll send you out."

"Ah...oh, thank you."

Englishmen packed up their things and was about to go out when they suddenly got hit on their shoulder.

A man with a cockscomb head deliberately rubbed English.

This man is the same as Mo Yide, not a good thing.

Of course, Mo Yide has become much more honest since Chen Zhao took care of him.

The man with a cockscomb head walked three meters away and suddenly changed his face. He touched his clothes pocket and lost his stuff.

The cockscomb-headed man turned to look at Ingilit, who was holding his cell phone.

"Sir, have you lost something?"

The white-haired woman showed a hint of surprise on her face.

How did this insurance seller take away that guy’s cell phone?

I didn't see clearly at all.

The man with a cockscomb head looked angry: "Give it back to me!"

English Little gave it away, and the next moment, the phone returned to the palm of the man with a cockscomb head.

"So fast." The white-haired woman faintly saw English's movements.

But the man with a cockscomb was unhappy, and he felt that he was being teased.

"Go to death!" The man with a cockscomb raised his arm and swung his fist towards English.

English's arm suddenly had a illusion. The next moment, there was a dagger on his palm, and the dagger was already crossing the neck of the man with a cockscomb head.

The entire supernatural association is English who can barely follow Chen Zhao's speed.

In the past, England had a big flaw, that is, its super speed cannot last.

But now his decline has increased by at least eight times, and he is more at ease in controlling magic.

It is no longer a problem to persevere in a battle.

He also consulted with members of the Lightning Team to discuss fighting skills.

"You want to kill me?" Englishman held the dagger and looked at the cockscomb-headed man with a smile.

So fast, so fast!

The white-haired woman subconsciously took two steps back.

If he had a conflict with him, and if the distance was less than five meters, he would never be able to avoid his attack.

Within five meters, I will definitely die!

He didn't even see clearly how he took out the dagger and how he put it on the man with a cockscomb head.

This guy is also a psychic! And he is a very powerful psychic.

"First... sir... I'm joking with you." The man with a cockscomb was frightened.

He could only bully ordinary people. He could not have thought that English is not only a psychic, but also a powerful psychic.

The most important point is that he felt the murderous aura on English.

When it comes to this momentum, English also learned it from Kaos.

It is said that Kaos also learned it from Chen Zhao.

When facing an enemy or a prisoner, you may no longer want to kill the other party, but the murderous aura on your body still needs to be maintained.

This is used to shock the enemy and make them surrender and fear.

Of course, English didn't plan to kill, but he learned 80% of the momentum.

Englishman had a smile on his face, as if he was a cold killer.

English put away their dagger, but the white-haired woman still couldn't see English's movements clearly.

English again returned to the appearance of a philistine insurance salesman.

The cockscomb-headed man was so scared that his legs became weak. Until English turned around and left, he had no strength to get up.

He felt that he could be killed.

The white-haired woman really doubted which of these two temperaments is the real him.

"Mr. English, you should know where this place is."

"have no idea."

"This is the headquarters of the Illuminati. Are you interested in joining us? We really hope to have a powerful wizard like you."

"Sorry, I still like the job of an insurance salesman." Ingilit would not reveal his true identity casually.

Even the family doesn't know his true identity, let alone others.

"Well, this is my business card, if Mr. English changes his mind, you can make this call."
Chapter completed!