English entered the headquarters of the Illuminati in North America.

The one who led the way for him was a white-haired woman, who was still very beautiful except for her somewhat strange hair.

"Sir, this way, please. The white-haired woman said.

Led by a white-haired woman, English arrived at a conference hall.

"Alright Miss, please call in the person who is going to sign the insurance. ”

"Okay, wait a minute. ”

In a short time, the white-haired woman came in with twenty men.

English found that the men were dressed differently and did not look at all like employees of the same company.

Instead, he is more like a member of the Occult Society, and he is also dressed differently.

Before, English didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

But now, from an outsider's point of view, at first glance, I suddenly feel a little awkward.

Do you want to talk to the president and ask them to dress uniformly when they perform their tasks?

"Sir, sir...... Can I sign an insurance contract?" "English came back to her senses and was actually distracted at work.

But this is already the norm, and now England is putting most of her energy into the Occult Society.

"Okay, sorry, let's get started. ”

Twenty people took the insurance contract and looked at it, and they all signed their names.

Then the white-haired woman came in with twenty more men.

The same work is repeated in England.

English faintly felt that these people were not ordinary people, they were all psychics!

Although most of them can't feel it yet, there are always one or two who are not strong and do not control their own magic well, and it is easy for English to feel the magic on their bodies.

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

But it seems that there are a lot of people.

Although it is just to sign an insurance contract, it is not a contract, and it does not take much time.

But there are at least 400 people.

There are quite a few people in this supernatural organization.

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

It's a bastard-level psychic.

Of course, the current English does not dare to say who will win in the association, but he can definitely take charge of the outside world.

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

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

The number of their occult society is only twenty or thirty people, but most of them have good strength.

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

By the way, Erdos will be discharged from the hospital in the next two days, and he should pick him up and discharge him when he plays with Erdos on weekdays.

The white-haired woman noticed that English was distracted again.

Suddenly the impression of England was much worse.

However, by this time, the insurance contract had already been signed.

"Mr. Englit, I'll send you out. ”

"Ah...... Oh, thanks. ”

Inglette packed her things and was about to go out when she suddenly hit her shoulder.

A man with a cockscomb head deliberately rubbed against Englet's body.

This man is a virtue with Moyd, not a good thing.

Of course, Moyd has been much more honest since he was cleaned up by Chen Cao.

The cockscomb-headed man walked three meters away, his face suddenly changed, he touched the pocket of his clothes, and lost his things.

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

"Sir, have you lost something?"

The white-haired woman had a look of surprise on her face.

How did this insurance seller take that guy's phone?

I didn't see it clearly.

The cockscomb-headed man's face was full of anger: "Give it back to me!"

As soon as the English hand was delivered, the phone returned to the palm of the cockscomb head man in the next instant.

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

But the cockscomb man was not happy, he felt that he was being teased.

"You're going to die for me!" the cockscomb man raised his arm and slammed his fist at England.

Inglet's arm suddenly flickered, and in the next moment, there was already an extra dagger in his palm, and at the same time, the dagger was already across the neck of the cockscomb-headed man.

The entire supernatural association, the person who can barely keep up with Chen Cao's speed, is England.

In the past, English had a big flaw, that is, their super speed could not last.

But now his decline has increased at least eightfold, and he has a better grasp of his magic.

Holding on to a fight is no longer a problem.

He also consulted with the members of the Lightning Squad to teach him how to fight.

"You're going to kill me?" said Inglet, holding the dagger, smiling at the cockscomb-headed man.

So fast, so fast!

The white-haired woman subconsciously took two steps back.

If you clash with him, and if the distance is less than five meters, you will definitely not be able to avoid his attack.

Within five meters, you will definitely die!

I didn't even see how he took out the dagger and how he put the dagger on the neck of the cockscomb-headed man.

This guy is a psychic, too! and a very powerful psychic.

"First...... Mr...... I'm kidding you. The cockscomb man was frightened.

He can only bully ordinary people, where did he think that English is not only a psychic, but also a powerful psychic.

The most critical point was that he felt the murderous aura in England.

Speaking of this kind of momentum, English also learned from Kaos.

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

When facing the enemy or captive, you may no longer want to kill the other party, but the murderous aura in your body must still be maintained.

In this way, they will shock the enemy, make them submit and fear.

Of course, English didn't intend to kill, but he learned eighty percent of the momentum.

English had a smile on her face, as if she were a ruthless killer.

English put away her dagger, but the white-haired woman still didn't see English clearly.

England reverts to the form of a philistine insurance salesman once again.

The cockscomb-headed man was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he didn't have the strength to get up until English turned to leave.

He felt that he could really be killed.

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

"You should know what this is, Mr. English. ”

"I don't know. ”

"This is the headquarters of the North American Illuminati, would you like to join us? ”

"Sorry, but I still love my job as an insurance salesman. "English doesn't reveal her true identity casually.

Even his family doesn't know his true identity, let alone anyone else.

"Well, here's my business card, if Mr. English changes his mind when, you can call this number. ”