On the top floor of the Whisper Forest Club, in the small conference room, the twelve directors of the club board, together with Justice Weilun, the chairman and three supervisors gathered together.

As the chairman of the club, Justice Weilun is a 11th-level member of the Al Organization, and his ascension to the throne is precisely the "Prince Justice".

The twelve directors, Yishuier, are all six-level members of the Al organization, namely the "senior bachelor's degree".

In the membership assessment system of the Al organization, the ‘senior bachelor’ means that they have higher wisdom than ordinary people, master more knowledge, and are all outstanding figures in a specific field.

Just like the twelve directors of the Whisper Forest Club, among them are musicians, sculptors, writers, and even mathematicians, geographers, biologists, etc.

In short, they were originally famous and influential "famous" figures in the imperial capital.

They themselves have achieved great success in their own fields. When they semi-published their identity as an Al member, they gained more respect and greater, extraordinary privileges because of this identity.

For example, the sculptor, the same ten-foot tall marble statue, his works are more than ten times higher than other famous sculptors... because he is a Class 6 member of Al, and his colleagues do not have this identity!

Privileges bring status, status brings wealth, and wealth brings more respect and privilege.

This is a benign snowball sport, Whispering Forest Club, the culmination of their status, wealth and privilege.

This club is their life!

The directors and supervisors who are happy on weekdays sit at the conference table with gloomy expressions one by one, emitting clouds and mist. They light cigars one by one, and the smoke in the small conference room is rolling, giving people the illusion of a rural farmer's sausage.

"The matter is very serious." Justice Weilun looked at his companions: "The treasure house was emptied... Only a small part of the cash belongs to us, and the other treasures are consignment or storage."

"So many people died." The mathematician among the directors, a bald little old man in Mediterranean, murmured: "The two heirs of the dukes, and a current marquis..."

"Their death is not important." Justice Weilun glanced at the mathematician deeply: "Old guy, believe me, I understand nobles better than you... When they die, someone in their family will help us calm the aftermath... There are many people in their family who wish they died."

"Their death is all under the Ministry of Police, and we have no responsibility." Justice Weilun said calmly: "The family behind them will never let them die after taking the Five Colors Tongshen San... because they had no time to disperse the power of the medicine, and their blood vessels collapsed and died."

"They will define this as a shameless murder... or even a revenge of the enemy country..." Justice Weilun sneered a few times: "Believe me, their death will not bring us too much negative impact, and we don't have to bear too much pressure. At most, we sincerely apologize to their family's attitude, which is enough."

The twelve directors looked at Justice Weilun thoughtfully.

"Believe me...we are members of Al." Justice Weilun looked at the directors with certainty: "No one wants to make a grudge with Al organization for no reason. For this incident, we were the victims, aren't we?"

He knocked heavily on the conference table: "Our real crisis is...that is in the treasure house."

"We are members of Al, yes, this identity brings us a lot of benefits... We are transcendent to the world, and even the top nobles, they are very respectful to us."

"But only we ourselves know that we, members who voluntarily expose our identities... we are not 'internal members' of Al, we are the facade, we are the outer and outer sides, we are a bridge, a portal, a channel of communication in the secular world, and that's all."

"Ayer made us and could easily destroy us."

Justice Weilun pursed his lips, and another trace of blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth. He tried hard to swallow the blood that had poured into his throat.

He is so old that he vomits blood in such mouthfuls, which is really fatal.

After gasping for two times, Justice Weilun lowered his voice: "There are 60% of the goods in the treasure house, which are traded items entrusted to us by Al... For every piece we sell, we can get five points of profit from it."

"I roughly estimated that this goods are worth about 2 billion gold marks according to their normal market value..." Justice Weilun's face turned red and flushed. He resisted the urge to vomit blood and muttered in a low voice: "It's all extremely precious materials from the abyss or other mysterious places...there are not many, but the value is terrible."

"And, I'm talking about the normal market value... Some goods are to be auctioned, but once they are auctioned, the price fluctuates twice, three times, four times, five times... Who knows?" Justice Weilun looked at his pale companions and whispered: "Is all our wealth combined... enough to pay?"

Justice Weilun said dryly: "In addition to Al's goods, there are some...secret private collections in the treasure house, some noble VIPs from the club... The market value of this private collection is about 500 million gold marks."

After spitting out a mouthful of bloody air, Justice Weilun curled up in a high-back chair: "The goods from the Al organization are easy to deal with. As long as there are enough Jinmaks, you can pay them... But those VIPs entrusted us with some precious things temporarily stored... They don't need Jinmaks, they must only have the original."

Among the directors, the melancholy musician spoke sinisterly: "So, are we dead?"

Justice Weilun shook his head: "We can use our identities for those VIPs' private collections. After all, we are members of Al. We can transfer the pressure to the Ministry of Police... We can force the Ministry of Police to give us an explanation."

"The biggest difficulty we have now is the goods we organized...two billion gold marks... Let's calculate it at this price, deduct the five points we should charge, 19 billion gold marks, friends... With 19 billion gold marks, we can safely survive this crisis!"

Twelve directors and three supervisors, all of them leaned back heavily, showing their expressions of indifference to life.

Nineteen billion gold marks!

If it is spread to each of them, it will be more than 100 million gold marks!

This is a huge astronomical sum. Even the sculptor who can sell every statue ten times higher than the price he sells with his peers, his working capital is only one million, and it is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from 100 million gold marks.

The melancholy musician took out a delicate single-tube flintlock gun with ivory handles, and deliberately or unintentionally pressed the muzzle to his chin.

He sighed quietly, "Then, are we dead?"

The biologist next to the musician suddenly reached out, snatched the short gun from his hand, and then cursed loudly: "Damn music madman...If you want to commit suicide, please run farther and don't cause trouble for us... By the way, leave a will before you commit suicide and hand over all your assets to the club!"

The biologist said angrily: "This is your seventh impulse to commit suicide this month... Bastards... Are you all like this for musical lunatics? If you want to die, you can make the last contribution to the club..."

The musician sighed heavily, then placed his chin on the conference table: "Then, we are dead... Anyway, we are all going to die... Alas, I'm so helpless. You don't understand the melancholy in my heart at all!"

The writer among the directors, a middle-aged man with disheveled clothes and long greasy hair, spoke in a soft voice: "Chairman Weilun, in addition to our board members, we have so many shareholders who secretly hold shares in the forest club... If I remember correctly, our shareholders have..."

"Three dukes, eight generals... and a large number of powerful and powerful figures." Justice Weilun looked at the writer seriously, and blood oozed out from the corners of his mouth.

He raised his sleeves, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "But we all know that they can help us coerce the police department to speed up the case, but want to get money from them... and it's such a huge sum of money... Haha, do you think it's possible?"

Justice Weilun lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "Don't forget, why are they willing to become shareholders of the club and protect our operations? Isn't it because they are short of money?"

"It is the dividends we give them every year, so that they can maintain the dignity of the nobles and spend their lives happily... Because the speed of spending money is too fast, more than half of them even prepaid dividends for the coming year many times..."

"Raising money from them? Impossible!"

Justice Weilun shook his head repeatedly: "It is impossible, they can't afford to pay..."

The musician knocked his forehead heavily on the conference table: "Oh, praise the kind Muteste, we are dead!"

Biologists grabbed the exquisite flintlock gun with all their might, hoping to kill this musical madman who was lying on suicide every day.

The door of the conference room quietly opened, and a club manager walked in tremblingly.

"Dear directors, Lord Weilun, and the people from Shandun Company left... They invited the notary office and the police officers of the police to testify... They proved that the door of the treasure house was opened in accordance with the formal procedures and with the correct password."

Justice Weilun and his companions fell into death silence.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of suspicion and suspicion... The four sets of passwords on the treasure house gate were saved in groups. Except for the chairman Weilun, who had all four sets of passwords, the other three people saved a set of passwords.

If the treasure house gate was really opened with the correct password, then... among them, either Viron betrayed everyone... or at least four people betrayed the club.

"What else?" Justice Weilun looked at the manager coldly.
Chapter completed!