"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 a lot of benefits and benefits, plus...
With their existing influence, there should be a good result..."
"A new flame is growing." Another avatar on the screen immediately said loudly: "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 in 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 real.
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 on guys who have shown up before...?”
"Believe me, his ability is beyond your imagination."
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 expectation that such a result would occur at the beginning. Where that person might appear... 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.
When he arrived at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, the buzzing sound of the hovercar continued to pass by his feet, and the river of countless shining lights flew to the distance of the city. He quietly looked at the rivers that represented the
The bustling scene, then raised his arms: "I didn't expect..."
"You are actually still 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."
boom--
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 curtain of swords, sweeping away the large figures.
Swinging to the far side of the square, the swordsman who withdrew the long sword then sneered. The sword edge, which was constantly flickering with afterimages, began to absorb the light that belongs to the sword energy, and the overflowing murderous aura then crossed over.
The players who retreated because of timidity attacked in the direction of Sergeant Balala who was yelling. The sharp sword energy was like an extension of a straight sword, moving towards the end of the field of vision one after another.
Shooting out, the indomitable momentum then split the surrounding air, stabbing all the players in a straight line into a white light. There were piles of materials, broken wooden boxes, broken hulls, broken walls... countless people were located in this straight line.
The objects on the body also flew in all directions as the sword energy passed by, and then, together with the dust separated to both sides, turned into huge waves that rushed to both sides: "You seem to..."
"I don't know how to assess 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 yelling before, rolled to that side and was enveloped by Jian Beidong's swinging sword energy. In an instant, he followed in the footsteps of other younger brothers, but at this time, he started 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 congregants who were extremely arrogant before 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 back into the scabbard, Jian Beidong turned around when the smiling man behind him had a dark expression on his face: "I only have a temporary employment relationship with your Fool Adventure Group, 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.
Above, the swordsman in black with his arms folded looked at the remaining enemies fleeing at his feet with disdain. 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 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!"
"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, don't you?"
"Jia, Lord Jialuo!"
In the scene where countless players voluntarily got 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 those 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... eh."
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 when the other players opened their eyes even wider, he waved away the power around him: "There is also... a new throne holder."
"...I thought that you, an elusive person, would be blocked in the news." Duan Qing, who was already ready for the 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."
"Looking at 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 King Slayer's ability and
The means... really should not be underestimated."
"Stop joking, Moshang Qingshan."
The gloomy eyes stayed on Duan Qing for a while, and Jia Luo 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 handle the funeral affairs and resolve some troubles." Jialuo was silent for a while, and then replied calmly: "No need to worry about it."
"Don't say that, we are all colleagues now."
Ignoring the extremely silent atmosphere around them as they noticed 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 taste."
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?"
This chapter has been completed!