Nothing to do today, just listen to music and enjoy dancing.
I'm still okay today, but I'm too lazy to go to the music and dance. I always feel that Nilu will be too nervous when I'm here, so don't affect other people's work.
Gu Sanqiu was lying on a tree canopy with a particularly good view, surrounded by Xumi-style food and drinks, which directly maximized his leisure level.
I really want to sink like this, after all, it’s always fun to fish all the time.
By emitting spiritual power from here, one can have a panoramic view of the entire Xumi City and surrounding areas.
If this is not a big tree, but a particularly high man-made viewing platform, I believe the number of tourists in Xumi will increase greatly.
With his mental power closed and elemental power silent, Gu Sanqiu fished lazily, not worrying at all about the consequences of being blown away by the wind.
To be precise, it's not him who should be worried, but the flowers and plants below.
"For this reason, we should unite and let these damn Sumeru guys know that we desert people are inviolable, and the glory of the great Red King will surely return to this land!"
In a cafe, several guys dressed as members of the Gilded Brigade were spitting and teaching the surrounding companions, which of course could be considered brainwashing.
They are members of the "famous" organization in Sumeru City, the Eye of Akhmar.
This time's team building, to be precise, it was a sermon process. In addition to causing trouble for the Xumi guys present, it was also intended to make the matter bigger, and then turn the attention to them.
Their boss somehow obtained a canned knowledge of the gods!
That's enough to change the status quo!
Thinking of this and the future life, the spitters became more and more energetic, and their chatter made people subconsciously shy away.
Their mission is to attract firepower to the boss far away in the Port of Omos. Even if they get in, the boss will find a way to fish them out!
"What did you just say?"
A man in a desert-colored cloak suddenly appeared and vaguely surrounded everyone present.
"Of course he's talking about our great plan!"
The spitting machine doesn't pay much attention to it. This kind of appearance mostly appears on guys who can't survive in the desert. They are all people who find a way to sneak over from the other side of the sand wall.
Such people are either very timid, or they are daring outlaws.
However, if I can win them over, maybe the boss will give me some different rewards?
The spitting machine became even more energetic: "Under the wise and powerful decision-making of our Eyes of Akhmar, I believe."
boom!
After a muffled sound, the spit machine flew out, smashing several tables and chairs along the way.
"Asshole, the reputation of our desert people has been smeared by idiots like you!"
The leader had already taken action, and the remaining few were not idle either. With three punches and two kicks, they knocked the soldiers responsible for diverting attention to the ground.
"You are not followers of the great Red King, you are just clowns who use this name to make profits for yourself!"
This is why no one wants to see radicals, they are a bunch of pure Axis people.
After knocking down all the people in this team, the leader walked to the counter of the coffee shop and placed half a gem next to it.
"We will pay for the damaged tables and chairs."
The eyes hidden under the cloak were blazing: "Remember, they are not desert believers, they are just despicable speculators!"
"Let's go, my brothers, go ahead and clean up these damn speculators!"
"For Holy Lord Chisha, for Akhmar!"
Finally, all the cloaked men raised their right hands: "For King Daci Shu!"
The cloaked people disappeared quickly like a gust of wind, as if they had never been to this place, leaving only the completely confused coffee shop owner.
The compensation was more than enough, but that wasn't what he cared about.
What did these desert people say just now?
And similar things are happening everywhere in Xumi City and Ormos Port——
"Assholes, you are all desert people, how dare you betray your faith in the God of Red Sand!"
The sound of sonorous clashes of weapons resounded all around. Rahman was personally in charge of this team in order to deal with the leader of the Eye of Akhmar.
Just as the think tank on their side expected, the leadership team of the Eye of Ahmar carried weapons with them, and even had the aura of ruthless gangsters who would draw weapons in the street and start a fight directly.
But is there something wrong with having a group of consultants responsible for business planning act as a think tank?
Rahman held a scimitar and steadily caught the opponent's leader's attack. With a backhand, he hit his wrist with his left hand, causing the leader of Akhmar to drop his weapon in pain.
"Calm down, tenacity, decisiveness, fearlessness, you have forgotten all the qualities of the people of the desert. What qualifications do you have to call yourself a follower of the great Red King!"
Rahman slashed out without hesitation, knocking the enemy to the ground who had almost zero will to fight.
"You cannot represent the people of the desert!"
A brother next to him waved: "Boss, we found something. The other brother on guard said that a group of thirty people is coming this way!"
Rahman resisted the urge to kick the leader of the Eye of Ahmar.
"Put your things away. Let's leave now and gather at the second designated location!"
Rahman raised his right hand, and the other brothers followed suit and shouted their slogans enthusiastically.
"For Holy Lord Chisha, for Akhmar!"
"For King Daci Shu!"
By the time the guards of the thirty-man regiment rushed over, or "arrived belatedly", Rahman and his brothers had disappeared without a trace.
But that slogan was clearly heard by everyone watching the excitement nearby.
What do these desert people mean? !
The Apostolic Order, a secret office area.
boom!
A fist fell hard on the desk, and the person in charge, who had been tortured repeatedly by Gu Sanqiu's fair "travel", was about to explode with anger.
"Who taught them to shout slogans like this!"
He was really going crazy. Ever since that monster came to Xumi, unpleasant things had happened one after another.
He thought that after the big plan was successful, he would be able to reach a high position where he could survive for three generations. In Liyue's words, he would be a proper "minister of the dragon".
It's fine now. I don't care whether I can eat it for three generations.
If this continues, thirty tables will definitely be filled with people coming to eat at their own table.
"What's going on with those people? It's okay if the thirty-man group can't keep up with others. They won't collect information from the surrounding people!"
Forget about ordinary fights, there was actually a fight with weapons on the side of the leader of the Eye of Ahmar!
Or a large-scale armed fight!
This was not a fight between ordinary people holding rolling pins. The last batch of both sides were directly pulling out poison-quenching daggers!
This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen in contemporary cities, but it happened at this time, and it also involved a relatively important knowledge about the canning of gods!
Rahman's combat style is that of a sandstorm, coming and going like the wind, and acting decisively.
What's more, compared to the rookies who wasted their strength in the rainforest, Rahman and his team spent all day making a living in the desert, and it was a pure dimensionality reduction attack.
In short, no one could find any trace of Rahman and others.
The subordinate who came to report looked embarrassed: "We asked about this, but no one was willing to respond to us."
"They said that since the thirty-man regiment's escort could not solve the Eye of Akhmal, and now someone has taken action, and they will pay compensation for the damaged tables, chairs and sundries, what else can they ask for?"
This is pure torture.
You don't do anything, and now you want to ask us what the characteristics of our people are?
How shameless.
Cheap or not?
It is true that Xumi is a country of wisdom, but the majority of people who can become scholars are not the majority. Most people still live ordinary lives with ordinary livelihoods.
Now those land gangsters who bombed the street boys were captured on the spot, and they even shouted the slogan "For the Great Cishu King". You want us to target them?
Either get lost, or show your sincerity and maintain the security of Xumi City!
The person in charge was stunned: "Are all the members of the thirty-man group a bunch of trash?"
"This is really not the case."
The subordinate beeped softly: "Well, the Disciplinary Officer Gale is back."
"What did you say?!"
The person in charge was furious: "Why did Sano come back!"
The subordinate smiled bitterly: "The point is, after Master Seno came back, he led a team to arrest a group of thirty people with thunderous means."
"Intelligence shows that the Disciplinary Officer has obtained irrefutable evidence that someone in the Thirty-man Group secretly provided weapons and supplies to the bandits of the God King's Legacy."
"The thirty-man regiment is being investigated from top to bottom by the discipline officers. There is simply not enough mobilization power to respond in time to what is happening in Xumi."
The person in charge took a deep breath, then slowly moved his thumb to the philtrum. After thinking for a while, he took out a pack of medicine from the drawer.
This is a tranquilizer that he bought from Bulu with a lot of money. During this period, he relied on this treasure to help him sleep.
However, if he knew the relationship between the owner of Bu Bu Lu and Gu Sanqiu, no matter how effective this tranquilizing medicine was, it would probably not have any effect if he took it.
The name of the tranquilizing potion prepared by Catastrophe's secret ally was enough to make him think about all sorts of things.
Not thinking there was anything wrong with the medicine itself was his final stubbornness as a scholar.
However, Baizhu would never have imagined that a certain amount of considerable income was the business that Gu Sanqiu helped him "draw".
"Oh no, supervisor!"
Another subordinate rushed in hurriedly: "Something happened in the city. Not only the Eye of Ahmar, but also the team we deliberately sent out were attacked by those cloaked men!"
Creating anxiety, creating contradictory flows, and making the surface of a puddle of water slosh to hide oneself have been tried and tested many times.
The newly arrived subordinates sounded panicked: "According to our investigation, those cloaked men should all be in the same group. They would all shout slogans for the Red King and the Tree King before disappearing!"
The person in charge didn't even take a deep breath. Instead, he rolled his eyes and fell back heavily.
"director!"
(End of chapter)
