Yan Xing just hopes that this knife can solve the super-armed early equipment, so how can he reduce the price?

"Sister Feng, is the money spent on this equipment comparable to the research on superpower projects?

You can make a little result at will and earn back the insurance money.

I took my life to take your insurance policy. Tell me how much is my life worth?"

Feng Tingyue dared not discuss more about the topic of how much Yanxing's life is worth.

Anyway, I didn't pay the money myself.

If the company is insured, the company's leaders make decisions.

"Okay, our company will give Mr. Yan a reply as soon as possible." Feng Tingyue put the purchase list into the bag, took out a piece of paper from it and handed it to Yan Xing: "We found some information about the group of people who kidnapped Miss Tong."

Yan Xing's smile turned on his face and solemnly took the piece of paper.

Tong Yitong also curiously came over to look.

The kidnapped Tong Yitong was an international smuggling organization called "Blue Jellyfish". They secretly built a submarine base on the former Borobin Island on Griffon Island as a transit station for smuggling goods.

There is currently no evidence to prove that the Zhao family knows the existence of this transit station.

The friendly unit of Renlun Investment Bank has launched an informant in the "Blue Jellyfish" organization, knowing that someone in the destroyed submarine base escaped alive.

And bring out some important things.

Feng Tingyue said at this time: "Based on the information we have obtained later, the things that survivors brought out are...image materials related to Miss Tong's superpowers, and they are very likely to have blood and tissue samples.

It’s just that these things are not something our informants can contact.

Now the ‘Blue Jellyfish’ is secretly looking for buyers of these things.

Our friendly unit is actively recycling these…personal belongings belonging to Miss Tong.”

Yan Xing didn't expect that in that environment, someone actually escaped.

He is worthy of being an international smuggler, and his ability to escape is quite good.

As for the images they took out, blood and tissue samples...

Yanxing, who just sold an insurance policy to Renlun Investment Bank, was ready to go.

Although some of the power of the magic world spreads in the real world due to my temporary mistakes, do you think about it carefully?

Maybe it's still a big business.

Anyway, things have already happened, so why not just look at what direction it will develop in the future.

Now I just need to focus on developing eternal leadership and do my best to support the Alchemy Tree of Technology.

Just get the super armed out.

Even those ancient gods reappear. Master, I can also punch Poseidon, kick Apollo, take Athena, and sleep with Aphrodite...

Hahaha.

"You guys can do this..."

In the following days, Yanxing traveled between Eternal Land and Griffon Island, dealing with the affairs of territory development and talking about superpower research insurance agreements.

In a dilapidated castle in the Nordic jungle, in the dim and damp basement, a group of people wearing white robes and white pointed hats formed a circle holding candles.

These people recite poems in ancient Latin, as if praising an ancient demon god.

An old woman in obviously higher-end clothes stood at the center of the circle, holding a dagger in her hand.

After the chanting of the poem ended, five people walked out of the shadow.

They held the blood altar in their arms, and used a ponytail brush to stick blood to paint on the stone floor.

Three more people placed some items related to ancient witchcraft in different positions on the stone floor.

As the ceremony was perfected, a breeze blew up in this airtight basement.

The appearance of the vision made these people start chanting poetry again.

After drawing the formation and setting the items, everyone exited from the center.

The old woman still stood there holding a dagger.

A man in a more senior dress walked out of the shadow, holding a tube of red reagent in his hand.

The man walked up to the woman and asked, "Are you willing to give your heart to the demon we believe in?"

The woman replied, “I am willing to give my heart to the demon, and I have already felt the demon’s call to me.

But is your psychic real?

You should know that centuries ago, the remaining spiritual medium had been used up, and many descendants of witches died in vain under the key to the demon."

The man pulled out the cork from the reagent bottle and carefully sprinkled it on the surface of the dagger in the woman's hand.

"I spent a lot of money to buy this reagent, which can cure a hundred of your son's illnesses.

If you don’t believe in this psychic, you must believe in the money I spent.

Regardless of whether the ceremony can be successful or not, I guarantee that your son can live a healthy life, and all members here can give this testimony.

look……

The key to the Demon God has changed, and it seems that my money should not be spent in vain.

bring it on!

Go and follow your faith and your worth, witch!

Giving your heart to the Demon God in exchange for the supreme power that the Demon God has given me."

The wind in the basement was getting stronger and stronger, but the candlelight in the hands of members was still burning quietly.

The phenomena that were not seen in the rituals before made everyone excited. But at this solemn moment, they held their duties and waited for the arrival of the demon god.

The dagger in the old woman's hand emitted a red fluorescent light.

The light shone on her wrinkled face and also illuminated her hopeful eyes.

Ancient powers require equivalent exchange.

The heart is the favorite gift of this demon.

The old woman pointed the dagger at her heart, and an illusory hand covered with sharp nails appeared out of thin air and held her hand.

An auditory whisper sounded in her ears, and in front of her was the man's extremely excited and twisted face.
Chapter completed!