"Old Dao, where is Ryan?"
Qin Jue walked into Zhuri's headquarters. The original hotel lobby had been transformed into a red circular dome, and there were also rectangular bricks hanging down along the wall.
There are thirteen red rectangular wall tiles in total.
The one in the middle is the largest, engraved with the back of Qin Jue standing with a sword.
There are seven on each side, engraved with Qin Feng, Qin Zhen, Ershu, Fang Xiu, Zhao Qinglong and Li Yuqing.
This is an internal restructuring within Zhuri. Instead of changing to captain, he becomes the leader.
The twelve commanders are the system that Qin Jue casually mentioned to Qin Feng.
Unexpectedly, Qin Feng completed the daily restructuring so quickly.
There are currently only six commanders, which means that there are still six vacancies for commanders!
This makes the whole Zhuri day extremely excited. Who doesn't want to be the leader in Zhuri day?
With more wolves and less meat, there is vigorous internal competition every day.
Just when Qin Jue found Lao Dao, the two Zhuri members next to him were still arm wrestling in the corner, using pure physical strength.
"Ryan? That red-haired Western kid?" The old man was lying on the European-style sofa of Jin Kesha, waving his hands sleepily: "I saw him yesterday, but I haven't seen him today."
"Well, have a good rest and remember to promise me when you wake up."
The old Taoist opened his eyes with helplessness on his face: "I know, I know, I'm so annoyed. You know how to embarrass me. Why don't you go to Huang Chao to investigate the prophet? You go to me instead. I'm convinced. I'm really convinced. 6 .”
At this time, Qin Feng came over and said softly: "Brother Jue, it seems that Ryan has left. This is the letter he left for you."
There was a letter in Qin Feng's hand. It was a simple kraft paper envelope with a yellow wild flower picked from somewhere.
"Qin Jue, don't worry, I didn't put the sticker on you to express my love for you."
After opening the envelope, the first sentence made Qin Jue's face darken slightly.
"Yellow flowers in my hometown symbolize eternal friendship."
"I hope that no matter what happens in the future, we will be friends forever."
"The East China Sea War is over, and I fought very hard."
"I will always miss the days of fighting side by side, just like the water of the Rhine River will never dry up, I mean... forget it, Qin Jue, remember, I, Ryan, will never I will point my gun at you, even if the whole world forces me to do so.”
The words in the envelope ended.
Qin Jue's silent eyes wandered over every handwriting.
Ryan's Chinese level is not high, and every word is written crookedly, like a ghost drawing, but every word is written carefully. It seems that when he wrote this letter, although every word was unfamiliar, he wrote it extremely seriously. .
"Brother Jue, when Ryan left, he didn't say where he was going."
"Um."
Qin Jue put away the envelope, his eyes instantly returned to tranquility, and walked towards Zhuri's headquarters.
"Qin Jue, even if the whole world forces me, I, Ryan, will never point my gun at you."
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"Brother Jue, there are now 1,300 members in Zhudai, which has increased by 1,000%!"
"Zhu Ri has the largest number and the highest level of divine pattern masters in the country."
"There are 230 level 4 Divine Pattern Masters alone every day."
"More than 70 of them have reached Level 4 saturation."
In Zhuri's conference room, all six commanders were present, arranged on the left and right of Qin Jue.
Qin Feng stood up and reported the daily progress.
Qin Zhen, Zhao Qinglong, and Li Yuqing all listened attentively.
Only Fang Xiu silently picked his fingers.
Qin Jue turned his head: "Fang Xiu, what level are you at now?"
Fang Xiu immediately raised his head and said seriously: "Mid-level five!"
At mid-level five, he is considered a very talented divine pattern master.
"I didn't misjudge you at first." Qin Jue complimented casually.
But Fang Xiu shouted dully: "Without Brother Jue, there would be no Fang Xiu!"
It seemed that only in front of Qin Jue, Fang Xiu had the emotional fluctuations of a normal person, and this fluctuation was close to paranoia, paranoia and terrifying loyalty.
It is common to see several people in a conference room.
"Brother Jue, what level are you at now?"
Qin Feng asked curiously.
"It was level six when we came back from Ganges River in Tianzhu." Qin Jue thought for a moment: "I haven't paid attention to the evolution status of divine patterns for a long time. There are no blessing fruits. The bull-headed horse face should be saturated at level six, the soul-enchanting messenger at level five, and the red-clothed Zhong Kui has level 4 saturation, Angel Wings Seraphim has level 1 saturation, and..."
In the center of Qin Jue's abdomen, the first tattoo of the King of the Underworld was already extremely dark in color, and there were signs of complete awakening at any time.
That is the tattoo of the Wheel King, the one who controls the power of reincarnation.
"It seems that I have to take some time to hunt for the blessing fruits."
Qin Jue murmured.
The commanders were filled with envy and reverence.
They are basically fifth-level divine pattern masters, but they don't think that if they reach the sixth level, they can go into the stars to destroy the giant fish alone like Brother Jue, and fight alone in the ocean as the sun god incarnates Amaterasu.
"Now there are more and more people coming in every day, and the recruitment standards have also been raised."
Qin Jue said casually: "Starting now, from the third level up, under the age of thirty, if you are talented or strong, you can relax the standard. In short, if you want to develop every day, then develop into the world's top divine pattern master Organization, if you want a sharp knife, as long as you take it out of the sheath, everything in the world will be cut and everything will be destroyed!"
The six commanders all stood up.
"yes!"
"In addition, if you meet a suitable person, you can give him a test. After passing the test, you can set up a separate command department for him. You can slowly gather twelve commanders day by day, but you must never let an incompetent person take the position."
"Don't worry, Brother Jue." Qin Feng paused: "Brother Jue, speaking of candidates for the new commander, I recently met a very talented child. He is very young, only eight or nine years old, but his fighting ability is ridiculously strong."
"How outrageous?"
"Able to kill the weaker level three conspirators on my own!"
Qin Jue raised his head: "Eight or nine years old?"
"Yes! He looks like ten years old at most."
"What's your name and where did you meet him?"
"My name is Deng Ya, and I'm in Jiangcheng."
Seeing Qin Jue's interest, Qin Feng quickly said: "Then I will send someone to find him now?"
"Okay, although I am too young to be a leader, this talent is worth cultivating."
Qin Feng nodded, turned around and sent out a team of white swordsmen.
Half an hour later.
"Commander, I can't find him. People I know say that the kid Deng Yana has left Jiangcheng and seems to have gone to the snowy region of the West."
"Oh, I see."
Qin Feng turned around and told Qin Jue the information.
Qin Jue looked back with helpless eyes, waved his hand and said: "Going to the Snowy Region of the West? That's asking for death. Send some people to chase him, and one less genius like this will die."
"Okay! I'll make arrangements right now!"
At the same time, the romantic country of the West, along the Rhine River.
The densely packed soldiers all knelt down on one knee in front of the red-haired figure walking in the dark, with their fists clasped on their left chests.
"Welcome home, young master!"
