"That person is recruiting in Liberty Square right now."
At the same moment, in a futuristic building in the real world, a voice belonging to a middle-aged man sounded from a huge screen: "Using the name of the Fool Adventure Group, it provides many benefits and benefits. In addition, With their existing influence, there should be a good result..."
"New flames are growing." Another avatar on the screen immediately shouted: "We can't let them succeed!"
"We will not give them a chance to make a comeback." Another gloomy voice in the remote meeting immediately replied: "The previous team only had less than ten people, but it already had enough influence to influence a principality. Now if Taking control of Liberty City again..."
"...Are you sure it's him?"
A dignified middle-aged man's deep voice appeared, interrupting several people in the meeting. Then, following the movements of the man wearing a gorgeous suit sitting in front of the huge screen, it echoed again in the equally gorgeously decorated office: "How are the investigations of the studios under our control... going?"
"They are still running around." Another man with a deep voice replied on the screen: "The tracking of Lou Yushang has now been deployed, but the other party seems to be alert, and there have been no orders in recent times. Actions that people care about..."
"The previous information is enough to prove the problem."
An old voice then sounded from the screen, and at the same time, an old man's wrinkled face appeared as he lowered his eyes and spoke: "He is Duan Tianfeng three years ago... This should be correct."
"Although Lou Yushang's acting skills are good, she realized it too late." Another voice also laughed: "They have been secretly fighting against the people in the studio for so long... The case record left behind is really It’s too much.”
"...Compared to us, they bear much greater hatred." The previous voice then laughed: "In terms of dealing with this matter, they are more active than us, right?"
"Although it was our original intention to deal with that man, our goal has long since changed."
Before anyone else could respond, another man's deep voice sounded in the video conference again: "We are now at a higher place, and we should not continue to be haunted by the ghosts of the past. For the sake of this long-lost Is it in our interest to waste too much time with guys who have shown up before...?”
"Trust me, he's capable of more than you think."
The middle-aged man sitting behind the large desk tugged on his white suit, and then slowly shook his head: "As long as we are still working hard to become the master, that person will stand in front of us sooner or later."
"The incident three years ago didn't end..." Another voice did not give him any face, and accused the middle-aged man in a white suit: "Should we also hold you accountable?"
"It was beyond our expectations that such a result would occur. The possible consequences of that person's appearance...I have warned you a long time ago."
"...Is his ability really that great?"
"Don't doubt that person's strength. He was once a member of the Duan family..."
"Things from the past are still fresh in my mind."
"During his absence, we were not the only ones studying his techniques..."
"The professional world has been silent for too long, and we also need new power!"
A noisy low sound then sounded in the center of the screen, spreading the whispers between several people to the surroundings of the space. However, the middle-aged man sitting in the center of the luxurious office sighed deeply, then stood up and left. Arrive at the floor-to-ceiling window in front. The buzzing sound of the hovercar continued to pass by his feet, flying towards the distance of the city with a river of countless shining lights. He quietly looked at these bustling scenes, and then raised his hand He raised his arms: "I didn't expect..."
"You are actually alive, my dear nephew."
"Chairman."
A low voice then sounded behind him, and at the same time, a figure belonging to a subordinate pushed in the door: "There is news from the front..."
"Jian Beidong takes action again."
In the center of Liberty Square in the City of Liberty, a circle surrounded by hundreds of players suddenly erupted with bright sword light. The killing sword intent from the black-clothed swordsman then appeared behind the sword curtain, sweeping away the large figures. Swinging to the far side of the square, the swordsman who retracted his sword then let out a sneer. The blade of the sword, which had been flickering with afterimages, also began to absorb the light that belongs to sword energy, and the overflowing murderous aura then crossed over. The players who retreated out of fear attacked in the direction of Sergeant Ballara who was shouting. The sharp sword energy was like an extension of a straight sword, shooting out one after another towards the end of the field of vision. The indomitable momentum then split the surrounding air, stabbing all the players in a straight line into a sheet of white light. The material Heaps, broken wooden boxes, broken hulls, broken walls... Countless objects located in this straight line also flew to all directions as the sword energy passed by, and then, together with the dust separated to both sides, turned into Pounced on the huge waves on both sides: "You seem to..."
"Can't judge the situation."
With one hand he retracted his long sword, Jian Beidong raised the pointed sword edge into the air. The sword energy that had been flying forward also followed the movement of his wrist and was thrown to his right side in an instant. The figure of Sergeant Balala, who was still shouting before, rolled to that side and was enveloped by Jian Beidong's swinging sword energy. In an instant, he followed in the footsteps of the other younger brothers, but at this time, he began to scatter. The other players who were running away had no intention of paying attention to the fate of their boss: "This, this..."
"How can you beat this!"
"That's Jian Beidong!"
"Using sword energy is like drinking cold water, it's not on the same level at all..."
"Here, the territory here has been given to you, let's run away!"
"Wahahahahaha!"
Looking at the Qingmu congregation who were extremely arrogant before the beginning but now began to flee, Duan Qing, who was standing at the back, laughed: "You know how powerful we are! Close the door! Release the dogs!"
"You should also watch your words."
Slowly putting the long sword in his hand into the scabbard, Jian Beidong turned around when the smiling uncle behind him had a dark expression on his face: "The relationship between me and your Fool Adventure Group is only a temporary employment, don't expect me to I have always taken action for you over trivial matters..."
"I know, I know, hahahaha!" Still laughing arrogantly, Duan Qing patted the other party's shoulder nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay, won't you always follow your master? As long as you are still alive Here, you have already expressed our attitude to others..."
"……hope so."
The focus of his eyes stayed on Duan Qing for a while. Jian Beidong slowly withdrew his deep eyes, and then suddenly jumped into the sky above the tent in the stunned eyes of the surrounding spectators, and his body floated on the tip of the tent like a feather. On the top, the swordsman in black with his arms folded looked at the remaining enemies who were still fleeing at his feet with contempt. The aura of a superior followed his inspection, just like the middle-aged man in white standing on a tall building in reality. Men appeared around him: "So..."
"Let's bring this farce to an end." He said calmly in the game.
"Start looking for his whereabouts." He said calmly in reality.
The gears that drive the fate of the entire world finally began to operate slowly. At this time, it just turned into a huge sword energy and fell in front of the square. The increasingly frantic air also continued to rise above the city with the loud noise. The ground spread, attracting more and more unknown passers-by. I don’t know whether it was because of fear of embarrassment or unwillingness. Sergeant Balala who was among them also returned to the scene in a hurry, and then looked at the defeated subordinates around him. Next, he made a sound of gnashing his teeth: "...Isn't it just because we have thugs? Do you think we don't have such ability?"
"Go and call Jia Luo!" He waved his hand and pointed to a corner of the city: "It's just a few players... Labor and management still don't believe it!"
"Yes, but boss." The younger brother who had been following behind carefully reminded: "The order we received was just to cause trouble for them. There is no need to disturb the relationship we just established, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Sergeant Balala slapped the opponent hard: "You have reached this level and you still want to give in? Labor and management will not do such a shameful thing! Isn't it just an NPC? I'm offended. How can he..."
His words stopped abruptly, because the figure they were talking about appeared in the corner of the square as the crowd gathered. The Throne Assassin, still wearing a black cloak, looked at the scene in the center of the square. The eyebrows exposed outside the hood gradually frowned: "...What's going on?"
"Gaara! It's the regicide Gaara!"
"Gaara appears!"
"I never saw him again after the battle that day. I thought he was dead."
"Shh... keep your voice down, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"
"Ga, Lord Gaara!"
In the scene where countless players moved out of the way, several scattered members of the Aoki Regiment hurriedly gathered around: "Not only did they seize our territory, but they also killed many of us! You have to make the decision for us!"
"..."
"it's him!"
Looking at the gloomy expressions flashing across the silent assassin's face, the courage of several players seemed to grow: "That guy in black! And the people next to the tents... they are all Together!"
"Yes, Sir Garo, they want to take Liberty Square...the City of Liberty as their own!"
"Yes, yes, they also said a lot of bad things about you!"
"All candidates for the throne are idiots, candidates for the throne are worthless and so on... ugh."
As if their throats were stuck by some force, the players who had been noisy around Jia Luo all lost their voices. At the same time, they covered their necks and slowly fell to the ground nearby. The air also began to gradually decrease as these players fell, and black auras gradually rose up. They circled and entangled in the air, and finally followed Jialuo's steps towards where Duan Qing was. Floating in the direction: "...Long time no see."
"Your Majesty the Special Envoy."
He gave a slight salute, and then in the eyes of the other players who opened wider, he waved away the power around him: "And... there is a new throne holder."
"...I thought you, an elusive person, would be blocked in the news." Duan Qing, who was already ready for battle, raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I didn't expect you to know about it?"
"Throne holders have a special way of sensing each other. At least I can...feel the aura of that old guy on you." Jialuo, who was covered in black, gave a deep smile: "So …Those who dare to challenge the authority of the throne have been deposed by me.”
"Seeing how painful they were, I thought they were dead." Duan Qing stood on tiptoes and glanced at the figures of the players lying in the distance, and shook his head helplessly: "The ability of the King Slayer is as good as The means... really should not be underestimated.”
"Stop joking, Mo Shang Qingshan."
The dark eyes lingered on Duan Qing for a while, and Jialuo once again hid his gaze in his hood: "Your strength has not only been verified by me, but also recognized by other throne holders. With the methods you have shown...my ability is really nothing. I just passed by here before and was attracted by your battle. Now it seems...you can easily do it without me taking action. Take care of everything here?"
"you flatter me."
Duan Qing replied calmly and put away his modest smile: "I wonder where you have been busy these days, Regicide?"
"...to deal with the funeral affairs and solve some troubles." Jia Luo was silent for a while, and then replied calmly: "No need to worry about you."
"Don't say that, we are all colleagues now."
Ignoring the extremely silent atmosphere around them after noticing their relationship, Duan Qing spread his hands: "If you have any difficulties, just ask, if I can help..."
"No need." Jialuo, who had his hands in his cloak, shook his head: "I've already taken care of it."
"Let me guess..." Duan Qing stared into the opponent's eyes: "It's probably because of the Restorationists that your troops suffered heavy losses, right?"
"……Yes."
"Is it because of combat or non-combat reasons?"
"..."
"Okay, actually I have a lot of help here."
As if he got the answer he wanted from the other party's silence, Duan Qing had a sneer on his lips: "Look... for the development of our adventure group, we are recruiting people here. I don't know if we have many followers." As a reader...do you have anyone you can recommend?"
"..."
"Of course, we will also help you find more suitable candidates, such as adventurers who can serve as thugs and assassins who suit your appetite."
Duan Qing turned slightly sideways and pointed to the inside of the tent behind him: "The specific content of the cooperation..."
"How about we go inside and talk?"
