Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

Capítulo 1676: Chapter 1669: Moore’s Strength

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

At this moment, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open, and Abby walked in first, with currents flickering around her body. Behind her, three people followed, and the overwhelming scent of blood emanating from them was nauseating.

Upon seeing the three leading figures, the young men and women seated suddenly became excited and laughed, saying: “Hahaha, Ryan, you all finally arrived. Quickly grab that stinky bitch Angel, capture her for me, and I’ll add another hundred million to your commission.”

“Angel, my good daughter, it seems you’ve lost this time.” Moore looked at Angel, a slight smile on his face.

“Lost?”

Angel smiled and said, “In my view, the losers are you, not me.”

Angel then turned her head and said calmly, “Gruss, Sam, Oliver, Abby, have you taken care of everyone outside?”

“Miss Angel, it’s completely resolved. We’ve already taken complete control outside,” replied Gruss, the leader of the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Group, licking his lips in a bloodthirsty manner.

“Good, keep an eye on them. If any of them dares to make a move, kill them without reservation,” Angel commanded coldly.

“Miss Angel, no, Clan Leader of the Morgan Family, leave this matter to us. Killing is what we do best,” Sam, leader of the Blood Slaughter Mercenary Corps Group, scanned the area with a bloodthirsty gaze, flashes of power surging around him.

“What! How is that possible?”

Hearing the conversation between Angel and Oliver and others, her siblings showed expressions of utter shock. Just yesterday, they were still mingling with Oliver and the others, talking and laughing, even plotting together against Angel. But now, Oliver and the others were chatting with Angel. It was clear to anyone what was going on.

“Oliver, Sam, Gruss, you traitors, you traitors!” a white man shouted angrily.

“Traitors?”

Oliver smiled and said, “Young Master Andel, are you a kid? We are mercenaries and fight for money. Whoever pays us, we work for them. Right now, it’s clear Miss Angel is offering more than you, and I regret to inform you.”

“You…”

The white man’s face turned extremely ugly, and he sharply turned to Moore and said, “Father, Angel has gone mad, quickly kill her.”

“Yes, father, please act, kill Angel. Our Morgan Family doesn’t need traitors.”

Those white men and women yelled loudly, their gaze fixed on Moore, waiting for Moore to make the final decision.

“Clan elders, please take action to capture Angel,” Moore’s face darkened further as he spoke to the clan elders below.

The clan elders remained unmoved, as if they hadn’t heard Moore’s words, sitting still in their seats.

Seeing this scene, Moore’s face grew more somber, his voice tinged with a chilling intent to kill: “Elders, are you really planning to go against me for Angel?”

“Clan Leader, you don’t have to waste your breath. You are alone now, or do you think I’d dare to come here otherwise?”

Angel had a faint smile on her face, and her tone was as usual, directly ignoring Moore’s murderous gaze, she spoke calmly, “Esteemed elders, some time ago, I told you that what Moore can offer you, I, Angel, can also give you, and even more than he offers. I believe you’ve heard about it, yes, Judge is my man. You should be well aware of Judge’s status, he is the third young master of the Lu Family, and also the grandson of Beiqiang Jiang Liufeng who once stormed into Europe as if it were unoccupied territory. As long as I sit in the position of clan leader, I can assure you, your power and status will far exceed the present.”

“Of course, if any of you want to stand on the same line as Moore, I certainly won’t stop you, but you should be prepared for death. I think you wouldn’t want to be targeted by Old Master of Lu Family and Beiqiang Jiang Liufeng, would you!”

Angel’s expression immediately turned icy.

After hearing Angel’s words, the facial expressions of these elders uncontrollably changed. Beiqiang Jiang Liufeng was indeed one of Europe’s most terrifying enemies back then, killing his way into Europe single-handedly with a gun as if it were an unoccupied territory, and no one could stop him. More than twenty years have passed, who knows how fearsome Beiqiang Jiang Liufeng’s strength is, coupled with the formidable Old Master of Lu Family, even if they join forces, I’m afraid they can’t resist.

“Hehe, Angel—no, Clan Leader, you must be joking. The reason we support you is because you have the ability to lead the Morgan Family to glory. That’s why we chose you as the clan leader of the Morgan Family, nothing else.” Old Martin was the first to stand up, looking at Angel respectfully and saying.

“Old Martin is right, the position of clan leader of the Morgan Family has always been occupied by the capable. Despite Moore sitting in the position for so many years, not only did he not elevate the power of the Morgan Family, but the economy declined significantly. This originally was the biggest mistake, so he naturally doesn’t qualify to continue as clan leader of the Morgan Family. Moreover, our Clan Elder Meeting has the right to dismiss the position of clan leader.”

Another elder named White stood up at the moment and said softly, “However, to be fair, the remaining six elders can vote on the removal of Moore’s position as clan leader.”

As he said this, White was the first to raise his hand, followed closely by Old Martin. The remaining four elders exchanged glances and hesitated for a moment, finally raising their hands. They couldn’t figure out Angel’s intentions; if Angel escaped and found Lu Tianxing, these two formidable enemies, Beiqiang Jiang Liufeng and Old Master of Lu Family, would surely come to the Morgan Family. Moreover, Angel had promised them sufficient benefits, so they naturally had no reason to support Moore anymore.

“Clan leader, as you see, it’s a unanimous decision, now please step down.”

White slowly lowered his hand, gazing coldly at Moore, his body’s superpower constantly surging, ready to act at any moment. This time he had firmly sided with Angel, determined to succeed at all costs. Failure would mean Moore would absolutely not spare him.

“White, Old Martin, Harris, you are very good, so very good, but do you really think you’ve cornered me? I’ll tell you, today I’ll make sure you die without a place for burial.”

Moore sat in the chair of the clan leader, his expression turning impossibly grimace, abruptly rising from the chair, emanating a tidal wave of energy centered on his body, a strong chill spreading outward, freezing the chair he was sitting on into an ice sculpture instantly. The room seemed to enter deep winter suddenly, seemingly enveloped in ice and snow, with snowflakes faintly appearing to fall from the sky—evidently, Moore was an Ice Element Superpower User.

“Peak of Late-stage Mythical, Moore, you actually broke through to the Peak of Late-stage Mythical, this… how is this possible, this can’t be.”

White and Old Martin’s faces turned extremely ugly upon sensing the intense coldness radiating from Moore. If indeed Moore had broken through to the Peak of Late-stage Mythical realm, they would be helpless against Moore, and might even die at Moore’s hands. Even if they were also at the Late Stage of Mythical, the gap compared to the Peak is not small.

“Nothing is impossible, I’ve waited for this day for a long time. I originally intended to wipe you out, but never found a suitable excuse. You ended up delivering the excuse yourself, good, very good. Once I kill you, and take over all your power, the Morgan Family will be under my sole control. Now you shall die.”

Before finishing his words, Moore erupted suddenly, grasping with both hands, and instantly superpower surged around him, transformed into boundless cold, in his hands condensed a spear of ice and snow, completely white, with a wave, seemingly capable of freezing thousands of miles, the formerly warm conference room turned into a winter scene.

“Sizzle!”

The ice spear instantly left his palm, violently spiraling, tearing through the air, and was thrown at one of the Morgan Family elders.

“Moore, you’re being too presumptuous. Do you really think you can kill us? White, Old Martin, Merck, Perez, Sanchez, let’s join forces and kill Moore, otherwise, he won’t spare us.”

The elder’s complexion changed dramatically, roared angrily, and spread his fingers wide as a billowing hot airflow emerged from thin air, fiercely grasping towards the ice spear.

Upon hearing the elder’s words, White and Old Martin’s expressions turned fiercely grim, and without any hesitation, they acted instantly. In their hearts, they knew Moore likely had long dreaded their power; even if they surrendered, Moore likely wouldn’t spare them. Now, they could only fight to the death.

“Angel, didn’t you tell us Moore was just a Late Stage of Mythical, and with the constraint of the six elders of the Morgan Family, he couldn’t cause much trouble? Tell me, how Moore became a Peak of Late-stage Mythical superpower user. Are you planning to let us die with you?”

Gruss’s face turned extraordinarily stormy upon seeing this scene. Angel once cooperated with them saying Moore was just Late Stage of Mythical and that the Morgan Family’s elders could handle him, making him weak. But now Moore was a Peak of Late-stage Mythical expert, and it seemed the six elders couldn’t hold off Moore.