Talented Genius

"Who is this inner response?"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Tianlong fell into deep thought. Although the current Tianyao data is not important to him, he still does not want the existence of ghosts.

Huang Que helped analyze: "There are thousands of people in the Tianyao base and dozens of people in the core team, but there are only a handful of people who have access to data."

"The Thirteen Divisions may not be visible to everyone, and there is a high probability that they are front-line R&D personnel."

The oriole whispered: "You said, is it Dr. Jiang who was kicked out by us?"

Ye Tianlong shook his head: "Dr. Jiang does have access to data, and he may even have all the information in his mind, but he has been researching and developing almost all his life."

"In other words, his interests and desires are almost in the laboratory, and he has no blood relatives."

He denied Dr. Jiang: "Besides, he is good at experimenting, but he is still a bit close to trading with people."

The oriole gave another candidate: "It's not Dr. Jiang, it can only be Rong Xin."

"After all, she is also one of the core figures in the camp, and has always been domineering and arrogant. The camp affairs are decided in one word. It is not difficult to get the data."

"The most important point is that she is just a security captain. She has a clear future, so it's normal to prepare for a deal with the British."

Huang Que gave her own analysis: "From Rong Xin's style, she is not a person willing to be lonely."

Ye Tianlong nodded gently: "She is indeed an ambitious woman, but there is still a bit of a flaw..."

"The vampire is dead. If there is no huge temptation that can be seen, it is impossible for England to send people to take risks."

"Wu Junao and the others can kill the vampire, they can also kill Count Dracula and them."

He picked up the tea on the table: "It can be said that Count Dracula and the others came to the capital to trade, and they died nine times."

"What is the motivation for them to die? That is, they feel that when they come to the capital, 90% of them can get the data of the gods."

"If Rong Xin was not killed by me, then she may be very suspicious, but Rong Xin is dead. People who have been dead for two days cannot be contacted."

"Earl Dracula, will they take risks for Rongxin who can't be reached?"

Ye Tianlong sighed: "I don't think it's possible!"

The oriole was startled when he heard the words, and nodded after thinking about it, "It makes sense? It's not Rong Xin and Dr. Jiang, who would it be?"

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it for now."

Ye Tianlong took a sip of tea: "Rong Xin and Dr. Jiang are both down, and the rest shouldn't worry about it. You should send an extra team to stare at the camp."

"In addition, let Red Arrow connect to the camp system to fully monitor the thirteen companies."

He added the last sentence: "If there is any trouble, tell me as soon as possible."

The oriole nodded: "Understand."

In Port City, the weather is gloomy. Although there is no rain in the capital, the sea breeze is still blowing.

"This Ye Tianlong... luck is always better than ordinary people."

On a very wide golf course, a person was swinging the club leisurely, hitting the white ball far away, and then rolling into the hole.

The man is about forty years old, with a British appearance, wearing a white ball cap and Armani sportswear, and he is full of aristocratic atmosphere.

"I admit that, he is really lucky."

Next to him, Huo Zicai also held a club, and said respectfully: "At least ten times better than me."

The British man faintly said: "Perhaps I should have come to China a few days earlier and get what I want before Ye Tianlong takes control of the Tianyao camp."

"Now I have to do it under his nose, I'm afraid the difficulty will double."

Then he sneered again: "But I like this challenging task."

Huo Zicai hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "If you can, I hope you give up the task and get rid of your thoughts."

"Although I don't know what you are going to take, I just want to say that if you have entered the thing in Ye Tianlong's hand, you want to take it out..."

"It's like pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth. Even if you don't die, you will pay a heavy price."

He softly advised: "A friend, I hope you dispel this thought."

The British man frowned slightly and glanced at Huo Zicai: "Are you afraid of him?"

"Fear, very afraid."

Huo Zicai's smile was still respectful, just like every word he uttered: "He is Ye Tianlong's strength, his background is extremely deep, and he is determined to kill him."

"There are still a lot of diehards."

"I am a little businessman, a wealthy dude, how can I not be afraid?"

"I still have a great time to experience. There are a lot of beautiful women who haven't enjoyed it, and I haven't experienced the large-scale wine and food."

"Let me go and fight Ye Tianlong with him, until my brother is worse than dead, unless my brain gets damaged."

Huo Zicai leaned forward, extremely humble: "I would rather die happily, and I don't want to confront him in fear."

"Huo Shao, you are a complete coward. I'm sorry the Queen gave you the Viscount Medal."

The British man glanced at Huo Zicai: "No matter how capable Ye Tianlong is, he is ultimately a man, not a god. He is definitely not invulnerable."

"But you don't have the slightest fighting spirit. Hearing that Ye Tianlong is like a mouse and afraid of cats, cooperating with you will only drag us down."

There was a trace of contempt in his eyes: "It seems that you are really old, or you have been pampered for too long, and you have lost the sharpness you should have."

"Many years ago, Huo Zicai was full of spirits, screaming at the situation, and fighting against the Confucian scholars alone, and he also defeated the elite of the six countries..."

The British man shook his head: "Nowadays, I can't see any blood."

Huo Zicai was not angry, but still remained humble: "Before I was young and frivolous. I didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, so I was so arrogant."

"Now, when I grow up, I have gotten more nails, and I have been educated more by society, so I have set myself up."

Huo Zicai smiled warmly: "I can't compare with you. You are the son of a century-old family, and I am a nouveau riche..."

The British man reprimanded unceremoniously: "Dou who can't help, I came to you this time because I wanted to give you a chance to rise."

"As long as you seize this opportunity, you will have a good chance to become the leader of the young generation in Hong Kong City, and even be on par with your nephews."

"Unfortunately, you disappointed me too much."

He pointed his finger and shouted, "Huo Zicai, you can't afford my support anymore."

Huo Zicai bowed his head: "I'm sorry..."

"Today, as if I had never been here, in the future, you will not have my friend."

The British man snorted, exuberant, his body slammed and slouched in, becoming a tycoon who lashed out at Fang Qiu:

"You lost me!"

Afterwards, he dropped the club and turned and walked towards the door.

Standing near the two of them, the few beautiful female companions standing by their hands, their beautiful eyes were shining brightly, looking at the middle-aged man.

So handsome.

Huo Zicai didn't feel irritated at all, but turned his waist to ninety degrees: "Gong send the earl."

The British man took a few steps and suddenly turned his head: "You are so afraid of Ye Tianlong, will you betray my old friend for Ye Tianlong?"

Huo Zicai patted his heart: "I am afraid of death, but I still have a conscience. How can I betray the earl in a friendship?"

The British man nodded, and then left with a few partners.

When the British men and the others disappeared, Huo Zicai took out his cell phone and called Ye Tianlong...