The meeting place was a high-end hotel in the city center.
There was a lot of traffic around there, and next door was the newly built "Annan's Grocery Store", so the flow of people was sufficient.
The exact meeting place is not the private room on the second floor, nor the reception room on the third floor, but the teahouse hall on the first floor where people come and go.
Is this welcome? Obviously not quite
"Two of you, it's been a long time since we last saw each other. One day is like three autumns apart."
In a corner of the crowded hall, two regular-level bosses sat opposite each other.
But after looking at each other, and after the simple opening remarks, they felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
miss? This is complete nonsense. The special way of the blood feast makes the members always wary of each other.
But maybe what is missing is what is being supplemented. People always need helpers, and lonely hearts often need companionship.
In the Blood Feast, the master-disciple inheritance is roughly equal to that of father and son. They are both relatives and helpers, and they are often very reliable to each other.
But the past "iron rules" in this organization were also ruined by the person in front of him. Zhao Yan's popularity was ruined. If it weren't for his rule-level strength, he would have been kicked as far as possible by the core layer.
Sun Ye's disciple Su Xingying sat aside and carefully looked at the situation around her. She made no secret of her wariness and distrust of someone.
The three of them sat together, staring at each other, and didn't speak for a long time.
The reality of people coming and going also made the three of them more and more anxious. The Yu Clan's monkey-like eyes and pointing from time to time aggravated this negative mood.
"Which representative of His Excellency Quasi-God are you talking about?"
Sun Yao became increasingly impatient, and the looks around him made him more and more irritated.
In cosmopolitan cities, foreigners are often seen, and locals will not be so rude as to be pointed at by an outsider.
But now, the Yu clan in this "rural territory" don't know what friendliness is at all, especially when everyone points and says "hairless monkey".
I'm afraid, in the final analysis, it was the work of various "hunters" who made the news on the spot, and Mr. Annan's "hairless monkey factory supervisor" also deepened this impression.
These people who point and say "monkey" may not necessarily have any malicious intentions. They are just a little surprised when they encounter a very rare creature.
But for the person involved, the malice is overwhelming.
"If you feel like this is not the right place, chat somewhere else."
Zhao Yan sighed. He had actually made an appointment to meet outside the city, but for some unknown reason, during the back and forth communication, Sun Yao firmly refused and requested that the meeting must be in a public place.
In this way, the trust between the two parties is obviously negative, and it is the kind that does not need to cover up each other.
"Why hasn't that quasi-god's spokesperson come yet? Or are you the spokesperson?"
There was no concealment of the malice and defensiveness in these words, just saying "Have you already betrayed me?"
But at this moment, Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. This was not the worst situation.
What he is really worried about is that the other party communicates with him with a smile and treats him like a brother. In the blood feast mode of getting along, that is often the precursor to fighting each other.
Now that the horse and cart are clear and the distance is widened, it shows that there is a minimum level of trust and a willingness to cooperate.
Yes, it's just so awkward. Speaking harsh words to each other is actually a prerequisite for cooperation.
This is not some over-the-top version of tsundere, but simply stating one's "desires", opening one's "position", and maintaining a sufficient safe distance.
We are neither friends nor enemies, it is just the third type of relationship, a relationship of interest.
"Of course I am not your spokesperson, but your spokesperson's identity is too special to appear in public. I can take you to see him."
This actually makes sense.
But just as the three parties were about to get up and transition, a group of uninvited guests suddenly arrived.
"Your Excellency Sun Yi! I have something to say."
A group of guests from the Blood Banquet walked over with grief and anger on their faces.
On their shoulders, they carried a bloody coffin. There might be nothing in it, but at this time, it was taking one step at a time, weighing as much as a thousand pounds.
The three parties who were once brothers and allies met in an extremely strange way at this time.
The only similarity is that they have all betrayed their so-called faith and loyalty.
——
To open the door to hell, perhaps, all it takes is a face-to-face date with the God of Death.
No one can survive independently, and people are destined not to be fully understood. If there is any magic that allows people to understand each other overnight, then the fight will be even more fierce!
"Every person and every individual has their own extravagances and desires. Every ethnic group and every country has its own resource area and production space. Those who claim that strengthening communication can solve all problems are all misunderstandings and are not stupid. That’s bad, but most likely stupid and bad.”
Lu Ping'an could see clearly that the people at the Blood Banquet, the people in the refugee camp, and the rule-level Zhao Yan all had their own desires.
Even if the local rules restrict their fighting, it is only a suppression rather than a ban. The "root cause" still exists and continues to ferment, and is destined to explode in the end.
"Is the plan ready?"
"alright."
"How did you convince him? Why is Zhao Yan a rules-level person?"
"Haha, he should be the one who convinced us."
Lu Pingan played with the gold coins, smiled, and enjoyed the taste of red wine.
Now that he is an adult, he can at least enjoy a drink under the supervision of a guardian.
Zhao Yan, you said you have a plan? Uh, are you sure that your "plan" was not guided by others?
To this day, Lu Ping An has still not taken action in the true sense.
"When I don't use violence, when I don't appear on the main stage, that's when my ability is strongest. The best way to use it is not to forcefully guide it, let alone output against the wind, but to quietly use it when necessary. Some people pushed me from behind."
From the beginning to the end, Lu Ping'an was just "downwind output". He only amplified some people's favor, amplified some people's disgust, amplified some people's fear and uneasiness, and amplified their actions in desperate situations. "Rage" of extreme choice.
He was like a ghost that did not exist, but also like a stone lion that had always existed. He just watched silently, watching everything happen.
"Being a police officer, you are really underachieving." Xia Qin was a little helpless. She had already thought about it. If she went back and handed in the report, she would probably have to add new work.
"Actually, I think so too. Being a secret agent really makes me wronged."
It was obviously the first time he used this ability, but he showed extremely terrifying talent and adaptability. So far, he has never appeared on the stage, but he has established an extremely good relationship with most of the actors on the stage.
"Who would doubt an indigenous NPC who sticks to his duties and just gives out tasks and rewards?"
"But if you don't provide more guidance, what will happen if they don't follow your arrangements and have conflicts? After all, they are all brothers in the same society, and any conflict can be resolved."
Hearing this, Lu Pingan laughed.
"When order and authority are still there, conflicts can naturally be resolved. But now, they are just a group of wild beasts without an owner. They have to believe that other beasts will not eat them. You ask them if they can become vegetarians?"
Lu Ping'an was playing with the gold coins in his hand. He was not in a hurry, not at all.
"So, how are you sure that they will definitely have a dispute? Can't they just calm down and talk? If they talk, they might be able to detect something wrong."
"Snapped!"
Lu Ping'an threw a gold coin casually, and the gold coin disappeared without a trace as soon as it hit the ground.
It has been used.
"So, a little surprise is needed, and I happen to be better at creating surprises."
"Don't drink it, this tea is poisonous!"
And in the blood feast team, someone suddenly pointed at the hot tea in front of Sun Yao and screamed hysterically.
