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The agency personnel operated the terminal in panic and began to contact the personnel on the floor above.

Woodman looked at this scene, frowned slightly, and sighed: "You are still the same, Ike, exactly the same as 30 years ago."

Then, still looking straight ahead, Woodman said to the woman holding the handle of the wheelchair:

"In the near future, it may be possible to confront DEM head-on...you have to be mentally prepared, Jialian."

"There is no problem. I have understood for several years that it is impossible for me and my sister to understand each other."

Hearing what Woodman said, Jialian responded in a tone without cadence.

At the same moment, in a room in the DEM Industry UK head office building, executive director Isaac Westcott sighed.

"Hehe, hasn't it changed in 30 years? You too, Elliott Woodman."

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"However, I have more important things to do than lament the lost youth."

After talking to himself, Westcott walked out of the office room.

At this moment, in the office building of DEM UK head office, several men gathered in the meeting room on the twentieth floor.

These men are all the directors of this DEM company. They are all sitting in front of the huge oval table, looking through the documents at hand with embarrassment.

But that's no wonder.

Everyone should have received the reports from all parties, and the information at hand also recorded the ins and outs of the matter in detail.

Isaac Westcott, executive director of DEM, deliberately mis-exercised power in Japan.

As a result, DEM Japan Branch and its affiliated facilities fell into a half-destroyed state.

Moreover, not only killed or injured several important wizards, but also generously displayed the secret technology display device in full view.

If anyone can keep their faces unchanged after seeing this series of reports, they might as well quit their jobs and become a gambler immediately.

Having said that, not all of them are frowning.

On the chair in the deepest part of the room, a man was sitting there leisurely.

It was a young man about 35 years old in a dark suit.

A pair of gloomy and gloomy pupils were exposed between the gaps in the dark gray bangs, overlooking the entire meeting room.

He is the person everyone is talking about now, the MD of DEM, Isaac Westcott.

"What the hell are you... thinking about! Mr. Westcott!"

With slightly trembling hands, a director picked up the document at hand and slammed it on the table, cursing.

It was a bespectacled man in his mid-40s who, although young on the board, still looked older than Westcott.

His attitude towards MD was rough, and no one offered advice at the scene.

We all have the same thing in our minds, only in degrees.

However, Westcott, who was sitting in the farthest seat in the room, looked at the scene and didn't show a particularly flustered look, but shrugged slightly.

"I don't understand what you mean by asking that, Murdoch."

"Stop pretending to be garlic!"

After Westcott finished speaking, Murdoch immediately grabbed the materials that had just been thrown on the table, held them up to his eyes and showed them to him.

"Inappropriate interference with the Self-Defense Forces, private use of wizards and equipment, ordering attacks that would endanger the general public, and turning a corner of the business district into a battlefield...!

The amount of damage can be estimated at more than one billion British pounds, and the Japanese government has seized such a big deal. How do you plan to clean up this mess! "

"It's not a problem, I got the corresponding gains."

"Harvest? What exactly is the harvest?"

After Murdoch finished speaking, Westcott raised the corner of his mouth.

"Well, at least we got more information on identifying the male elf named 'Bishop'."

"...!"

Hearing what Westcott said with a satisfied face, Murdoch and other directors of the board of directors widened their eyes in surprise.

"Are you kidding me? I hope you understand the situation! If you make a wrong move, it may develop into a situation that concerns the survival of the DEM company!

What do you say about elves?How can elves save our company's predicament? We no longer have the kind of American time to accompany you to play games and satisfy ourselves! "

"Oh?"

Murdoch roared angrily, causing Westcott, who had always had a cold smile on his face, to raise his eyebrows slightly.

However, Murdoch did not notice the change in his expression, looked at the directors sitting in the conference room and said:

"I also want to ask you, can you allow him to continue acting recklessly like this?

If such mistakes continue to be made, DEM will definitely fall apart in the near future.

Shouldn't proper disposition be enforced before sinking to that level! "

"Appropriate disposal... means?"

Hearing Murdoch's speech, the man sitting opposite him raised his voice.

Murdoch opened his hands pretendingly, and said loudly like a declaration:

"I—here now, demand that Westcott be dismissed from the position of MD!"

"!!!"

The moment Murdoch finished speaking, all the directors of the board of directors were shocked.

Although some people showed surprised expressions because of the sudden request for dismissal.

However, more than half of the people acted as if they knew things would go this way.

Looking at the current situation, Murdoch nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the old man sitting next to Westcott.

"Okay, Speaker Russell, please vote." After Murdoch finished speaking, he nodded as if urging.

Companies in the UK do not allow executive directors to concurrently serve as chairman of the board, which means that, at least in name, the board needs a representative other than Westcott.

That was the Speaker—Old Speaker Russell.

"Do you agree, sir?"

Russell looked at Westcott with a face of embarrassment, as if asking how to deal with it, but the latter nodded leisurely as if he didn't care.

"Of course, that's the legitimate authority conferred on the board."

"..."

After hearing Westcott's answer, Russell lowered his eyes, exhaled as if he had noticed something, and then said loudly:

"Then, let's start voting. Those who are in favor of dismissing the chairman of Westcott, please raise your hands."

After Russell said this, Murdoch immediately raised his right hand high, and then the directors sitting side by side raised their hands one after another to follow behind.

More than half, mostly young directors voted, which is clearly unusual.

This time Westcott's behavior has indeed caused a very big disturbance, and there are not a few people who usually don't understand his arrogant attitude.

However, it is hard to imagine that under such a sudden decision, more than half of the people would agree with Murdoch's proposal.

Westcott looked at Murdoch, and Murdoch snorted through his nose and smiled mockingly.

I am afraid that before Westcott came back to England, he had already done something secretly.

Seeing this situation, Russell looked around the entire meeting room as if counting the number of directors who raised their hands.

However, what he said next was quite shocking.

"With no hands raised, the proposal to remove Westcott as MD is invalid."

"What did you say?" Murdoch frowned upon hearing what Russell said.

"Don't be joking at this time, Mr. Russell, you also have the self-esteem as the speaker.

Or, are you finally too old to see the person who raised your hand? "

"No, I'm just stating the result based on what I saw."

"what?"

After Mei Duo finished speaking in bewilderment, he looked up. Afterwards, he held his breath, and his whole body froze as if he had been frightened.

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The directors who raised their hands also followed Murdoch, their expressions distorted by pain.

But this is also a matter of course.

After all, their lower arms that had been raised high had disappeared without a trace.

"Woo, ah, ah...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As if he felt pain only after seeing this scene, Murdoch let out a shrill scream and fell limp on the ground on the spot.

The smooth cut surface matched his cry, spurting a lot of blood——the conference room turned into a miserable Avici Hell in an instant.

But in this scene, there was a calm voice sounding from behind Westcott.

"Playing games? Self-satisfaction? It's just that the person who became famous after Ike founded the DEM company, looks like he knows a lot if he doesn't say anything."

After saying that, the one who took a step forward was a girl who was completely out of tune with this place, with her bright light-blonde hair raised high.

In one of her hands she held a small laser blade—about the size of a small kitchen knife.

The fact that the blade of the laser light blade can be shown without wearing a wiring suit is abnormal enough in itself, and the blade can be transformed into a thin and long silk thread, cutting off the arms of the directors in an instant—— It is easy to understand how powerful she is.

Eileen M. Mathers is not only the [WEB] Second Executive Director who is equal to DEM's secret execution power, but also the strongest wizard in the world.