And now in an underground space far away from the coastline of the Eastern Continent.

The door on the ceiling suddenly opened, and several people jumped out first.

Move all the clutter on the floor aside and arrange the tables and chairs neatly.

After finding that there was no problem, I opened the door completely.

A slight breeze blew into the ground, taking away the oppressive atmosphere in this space.

Several people also began to whisper.

"Do you know? This time I heard that we are going to attack a talented team."

A thin man said in a low voice while scrubbing the ground.

"Don't talk nonsense. All these big shots are here just to take down a small team of Shenlong on the opposite side."

Next to him, a muscular man with bare upper body was adjusting the angle of the table and chair while answering.

"Why don't you believe it? My brother is in the Intelligence Department. This news is true. It's true."

The thin man lay on the ground and scrubbed the mud vigorously, while speaking slightly anxiously.

"I think this matter is a bit uncertain. I originally said I would go to the front line to have a look in two days. Let's take a look now."

"When those gods fight, don't get us ordinary people involved in them."

The shirtless man wiped his sweat and replied.

"Yes, yes, gods fight."

The thin man stood up from the ground and assured his brother that there was no problem, then helped his brother arrange the heavy tables and chairs neatly.

The two of them wiped away their sweat and took a few steps back. The overall situation had been arranged.

I am not very tired. These are tables and chairs with some aura.

It already has weight, but with the addition of two sides, two ordinary people are still tired from farming.

But remembering the high monthly salary of 300,000 yuan from the Doomsday Association, the two of them decided to continue working.

Two hours later, everything was arranged and waiting for admission.

There are 5 rows of chairs, with fewer chairs in the front and more chairs in the back.

The front row is for some super organizations.

After that there are first-rate organizations, second-rate organizations, third-rate organizations, and finally there are subpar organizations.

There is a large screen at the front, surrounded by various shelves for placing gifts.

Various organizations outside came to the scene one after another.

Looking at this underground space, everyone made their own plans.

As the host, the Doomsday Association was the first to enter.

As the representative, here today is a purple-robed official with pythons embroidered on his sleeves.

He didn't even look at anyone else. He was the first to walk into the venue and sat down at the front of the first row.

The powerful aura unfolds and becomes a field in itself.

Everyone behind saw the host entering the venue, and they also entered the venue one after another.

However, everyone here is full of understanding people, their hearts are like mirrors, and no one dares to sit down for a while.

If you don't have that ability, if you sit down and are beaten out, you won't be able to survive in the future.

But it was even more awkward to stand around all the time, so we could only pretend to be humble and give in to each other.

"Oh, aren't these brothers from Ligui Island? I think you were the key to killing Ni Dao at that time. Come and invite us from the first row."

A Confucian disciple with ill intentions approached a fierce ghost and said with a smile.

The ghost took a closer look at the solidity of his body, and immediately recalled the eight generations of ancestors of Confucian disciples.

It's barely enough to grab a seat in a second-rate organization.

Let me join the first row. You want us to wipe out the whole family.

But I can't show it on my face, I can only laugh.

"No matter what, even though I, Li Gui Dao, have entered the first-class force, I still have to get along with my brothers."

"I think Confucian orthodoxy is extraordinary. Come on, I'll invite you to the first row."

The Confucian disciples simply shook their heads and said, "Whoever wants to go will go, even if I kill myself."

Scenes like this were taking place in every corner of the venue.

And those truly first-class organizations and super organizations are also watching silently.

They have a lot of power behind them, but they also have more to take care of.

For a small organization, this is just an ordinary magical meeting, and you can just be a little transparent on the side.

As long as you don't talk, don't move around, and don't touch the interests of those super organizations, it's not difficult to drink the soup by yourself.

As a super organization, your opponents have to wait and see at all times, and you have to work hard to gain benefits on your side, and you have to take into account the attitude and strength of the force you represent every minute and every second.

Not only to intimidate opponents and suppress those small organizations, but also to make a lot of money, and by the way, if there is an opportunity, they can cheat their opponents again.

It can be said that the nerves are full, and every clue is ignored.

Life is not an ordinary tired life.

There was no one around them to persuade them, they just occupied a corner quietly.

His eyes kept wandering to the seats in the first few rows, and he estimated the trump card in his hand among the purple-robed figure sitting down.

Including who you will be next to and whom you will greet.

Smile to whom you should smile, and disdain whom you should treat.

If the other party says something, you should be able to answer it perfectly.

If the negotiation succeeds, how many points can you earn from the transaction in your hands? If the negotiation fails, how can you quickly leave this underground space?

And gain key control over your opponents and yourself.

If a sudden change occurs, your own reaction.

Thoughts passed through these people's minds quickly, creating ripples in their thoughts.

Those who are not true will also look at each other a few times, just in case something unexpected happens.

Some people looked back warily and saw that the door on the ceiling had already been closed.

All those who could come and dared to come came, and the rest were no longer welcome. From then on, the closing of a door divided this space into two worlds.

Only those who have benefited and are satisfied can leave.

Of course, you have a high IQ and are very smart to begin with. If possible, you can paddle secretly and have a chance of leaving.

If you are simply brave and foolhardy, you will have no choice but to stay where you are.

Among this group of vampires, they won't admire you for being a master of martial arts.

Not to mention being a hero and being respected after death.

Seriously, they would be conscientious if they didn't drain the unlucky ones dry, chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs.

This may be darkness, but some things can only be born in darkness and grow longer than darkness.

Even if a ray of light shines into the darkness, they will struggle and resist, and they will destroy this light with their own hands.

Even if it is the light of salvation, they will regard it as the light of harm.

That's it now, there's no difference.

Some people were talking and laughing in low voices with a smile on their faces, while others were pretending to push each other and give way to each other.

There was even a ruthless move in the dark, forcing people from several small organizations and friends to be placed in the front row.

Sometimes, you will encounter some aggressive people who will fight fiercely for a front row position.

In dim light, the light of supernatural powers that is slightly obscured from time to time will flicker occasionally.

Some representatives have even gotten together, making those super-organized people laugh at them.

There were also some casual cultivators who were less courageous and retreated secretly.

Even made it to the last row.

But they are a minority after all, and most of those with power behind them are still fighting for face.
Chapter completed!