Dark Demon Warlock Chapter 81

Chapter 81 "Traffic Accidents"

Professor Hughes nominated Art as his teaching assistant, but Mavis Hansen, the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office, assigned him to someone else. Although Professor Hughes accepted Art as his student, he was dissatisfied with Mavis Hansen. Hansen's behavior, originally did not want the assistant he arranged.

However, human beings cannot avoid being sophisticated in society.

The teaching assistant invited the principal to help intercede!

Not a certain vice-principal, but the principal, Count Clement Moya!

Moya University was founded by his great-grandfather, and "Moya" refers to the Moya family.

This person came forward to intercede, and Professor Hughes naturally had no choice but to agree.

The teaching assistant was Hugh Defoe who had a relationship with Art in the Academic Affairs Office at that time.

A few days ago, the two ran into each other once in Moya University.

Judging from the timeline, it was probably after the last meeting that Hugh Defoe investigated him.

Reason...Professor Hughes?

This guy was able to recruit Clement Moya. It is not easy to find a job, but he wants to compete with him for the teaching assistant position. Apart from Professor Hughes himself, he can't think of other reasons.

With the character of Professor Hughes, although he had to accept Hugh Defoe as a teaching assistant due to the face of the principal, he would definitely not get close.

If not sure, Hugh Defoe will blame him.

No, it should be said that it is very likely that it will be blamed on him!

This is the behavior style of noble children.

"Is there a problem with this person?" Dick Barry asked immediately when he saw that he was silent for a long time and his face was gloomy.

50 gold shield is too fragrant!

He just helped to investigate some information, and he earned a few months' salary, which greatly increased his enthusiasm.

"I want to ask the captain to check his information, can you?" Art asked.

"No problem!" Dick Barry agreed without thinking.

"His background is very large, and it is best not to let people know during the investigation. As much as you can check, you don't want merit, but you want no fault." Art reminded.

I have a good impression of him, and I don't want to cheat him.

"How big is it?" Dick Barry paused with his hand rubbing his chin, and asked cautiously.

"You can invite our principal." Art replied.

"Earl Moya?" Dick Barry asked in astonishment.

It is well known that when people address a deputy leader, they will remove the word "deputy" in front of it. It is not sure whether he is referring to a certain deputy principal or the earl.

"Yes." Art nodded.

Dick Barry suddenly felt that the gold coupon in his pocket was hot.

In Pudera City, if the Moya family considers themselves to be the second most influential, no one would dare to recognize the number one!

Since the founding of Moya University, a person from the Moya family has been serving as the principal.

Over the past 150 years, at least two-thirds of the elites in Pudra City are related to Moya University, or they themselves graduated from Moya University, or their ancestors have the experience of studying in Moya University.

Not to mention those outstanding graduates from other cities.

The person who can invite Principal Moya, how dare he investigate?

"It's just that I can get in touch with Principal Moya, and the friendship is not very deep." When Art saw this, he said, "I don't want to say, I don't want merit, but I want no fault. I can check as much as I can."

"Okay." Dick Barry reluctantly agreed.

He promised too readily just now, he was too embarrassed to go back on his word immediately, at least he had to bring back some basic information, just to put on a show.

"Trouble Captain." Art didn't pin his hopes on him, knowing that he would be perfunctory, but what if there were unexpected gains?

Dick Barry forced a smile, took his leave and left.

Art drove to school.

Go find Moore Lane when you get back.

Given Hugh Defoe's background, Jim Thomson probably doesn't know much.

Professor Hughes should also ask.

This guy is investigating himself for no reason, and he doesn't know what he is planning. If he has malicious intentions, it is better to be prepared than not to be prepared.

Halfway through the drive, when he passed an intersection, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Professionals with high spirituality like him have high perception. Even if they don't actively activate spiritual perception, they will have a hazy intuition.

Especially when facing danger.

He immediately turned on his mental perception and slowed down the speed of the car.

The danger comes from the intersection on the right, and a truck comes out.

It has a larger body than the Jiefang brand in his previous life, and the bucket is filled with sand.

There are no traffic lights at the intersection, and the traffic is maintained by a traffic policeman in the middle guard box.

After all, this is the inner city.

Originally, the order was pretty good, but the sudden rush out of this truck broke this order immediately.

Steep whistles, shouts, collisions... all in a mess.

The truck turned sharply to the right, heading straight for Art.

Yate had already tried to dodge when he found the danger, but found that there were cars on the left, right and behind him!

Ahead is a truck swinging sideways.

Yat immediately kicked the car door, grabbed his backpack, and jumped out of the car.

"Squeak—" The sharp sound of tires rubbing against the road surface brought up a puff of black smoke.

"Boom—" the truck rolled over, and the sand in the truck body overturned, submerging his car in an instant.

The cars on the left and right sides have backed up ahead of time, avoiding unexpected accidents.

Not even, not even the truck driver.

That is to say, if Art did not escape, the only one who was really unlucky was himself!

Yat had already come to the left side of the road, his eyes flickered, and he recorded all the faces of the truck driver and the drivers on the left, right, and rear.

Obviously a layout aimed at him!

He sensed malice from several people.

Unexpectedly, in this era, such a layout of using "traffic accidents" to kill people has appeared!

"Ah—" Several women screamed.

The traffic man hurried forward to check.

It's not how serious and responsible he is, but that the person who is afraid of accidents is a certain nobleman or official, a big businessman, etc.

Fortunately, the scene is not very chaotic.

Because the only car that was unlucky was Art, and the others escaped.

Many people were looking at Yate standing on the side of the road, surprised by his speed just now, and lamented his good luck.

If he was a few seconds slower, he would be buried under the sand.

"Brother, are you okay?" An outgoing and cheerful young man who was about the same age as Yate stepped forward and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

However, Art suddenly turned and grabbed his wrist.

"Crack!"

"Ah—" a miserable howl sounded.

The young man's wrist was twisted abruptly by him, the blood-stained red bones were exposed, and the palm of his hand hung down at an exaggerated angle.

This is not over yet, Art directly squeezed his hand and poked it to the ground.

A yellow needle is lying on the ground.

Just dropped from the young man's hand.

"Don't!" After realizing his intention, the howling young man suddenly burst out with strength, trying to break free.

However, he is just a well-trained ordinary person, not even a professional, how can he match the power of Art?

The leg that tried to attack Art was also kicked off.

Yat, who was in a rage, had no control over his strength.

In the desperate expression of the young man, he pressed his wound on the yellow needle.

Thank you book friends "Youlu Chong" and "Literary Virgo" for their rewards

(end of this chapter)

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