"I understand!" Everyone replied in a low voice again.

"Okay, then we determine the purpose of this operation:

1. Kill all the Oirat shamans.

2. Find a way to get out of the tower as soon as possible.”

"I understand!" Everyone whispered for the third time.

"Okay!" Ling Xingyue's eyes shining brightly, "The action begins!"

Ling Xingyue's words made all the team members feel at ease. In many cases, the core of the team does not mean that they have done something to become the core. In many cases, the core of the team should make everyone understand what they should do.

Unknown environments, strange voices, dazzling lighting, and introductions that everyone doesn’t know whether they should believe. All this information can only make everyone more confused. If you believe what is said on this radio, you can be unscrupulous in this tower. After all, no matter how you die, you can come back from life outside and come back soon. Then what else can you estimate? Just work hard.

But if you believe this statement, if it is untrue, you will die, and there is no one to replace it. If you try your best, it will be a joke. Such a joke is a bit unfunny.

Therefore, Ling Xingyue’s method is the most direct, and he does not analyze whether this introduction is true or false at all. Because there is too little information, you have no way to tell. What you should do now is to decide what you want to do first and then do it. During the process of doing it, try to avoid unnecessary casualties. This is the best way to ensure everyone is safe.

The five people clarified their positions and what they wanted to do. They immediately entered the state of action. On the roof, Ling Xingyue had already determined the position of the group of people of the Ola Shaman. Now everyone was in a state of stealth and began to lean over. They planned to carry out a sudden attack.

Just as the team was just starting to move, the ground suddenly shaking and a platform rose from the ground. Immediately afterwards, a tall and thin middle-aged man with a mustache and middle-parted head stood on the platform.

The guy who suddenly appeared was wearing a black dress. Ling Xingyue was stunned when she saw her eyes, because she was wearing a suit, which was still a very orthodox dark striped suit, wearing a tie, wearing a pair of formal leather shoes on her feet, and a watch on her wrist.

What does this mean? Well? I'm telling everyone that I've traveled through time? No, no, no, where is the birthplace of suits? Britain? This is a British man? No, his hair color is black and he doesn't look like a Westerner. In an instant, countless question marks were used in Ling Xingyue's heart.

The tall and thin man on the stage was very calm and did not feel inconvenient because of his unique clothes. When he saw that the eyes of the audience were focused on himself, he smiled slightly, his fingers were relaxed, and there was a cylindrical thing on his hands.

Ling Xingyue almost fell to the ground because he should be the only one among everyone present, knowing that it was a microphone.

The tall and thin man in the suit holding Mike smiled and bowed to everyone a half, and turned around to greet him:

"Hello everyone, please look here." In fact, he didn't need to say anything at all. Since he grew from the platform on the ground, everyone's eyes had never left him. Obviously, he seemed to like this feeling of being watched. He held the microphone in his hand and enjoyed the feeling on the platform.

"Okay, welcome everyone to our Quran Mutual Tower. I am the person in charge of the ninth floor of the Quran Mutual Tower. My name is Michael."

The tall and thin brother said the words Michael, waved his hand back, and quickly turned around twice in place with his waved hands, then bent his legs and spread his hands, making a classic move.

Ling Xingyue's hand was raised involuntarily and slapped it on his face. He had also watched this action many times on the big screen of the school next to the performance. The famous Michael Jackson's classic debut was revealed. I heard that there was a teacher in that school who was a loyal fan of Michael Jackson. He often instilled in his students that only Michael is the real art, and only his dance can truly touch people's hearts.

The appearance of the man on the stage was too artificial, but everyone in the audience looked at him blankly, and even Zhao Jinlong Situ and Zhang Yishan looked at him with a question mark. Looking at Ling Xingyue, he seemed to understand what he was doing, and he was too busy to ask for advice.

"Sir, what is he doing?"

"Well, he is there... he is showing off his appearance." Ling Xingyue didn't know how to explain, so she had to say one ambiguously.

"Oh, it turns out that this is an actor, actor, no wonder. This dress is also a costume, it looks so weird, and she is holding a good shot in her hand. Do you want to say that this is a Badahammer or something?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the Eight Daohammers are not that small. This is definitely a desire to imitate the Emei Thorns."

"No, it should be a thunder in the palm of your hand, a hidden weapon. Look at the clothes he was wearing, and the one described on the stage must be an assassin. Ye Xingyi is all black, and you can tell if you look at the shoes."

"Nonsense, nonsense, look at him wearing a white inner shirt inside. How can you wear Ye Xingyi and white collars? There is a gangster in the middle? This is definitely not Ye Xingyi."

"I'm stupid. I'm wearing a full set of night clothes, but it's still a costume? Is it true? This is a costume. So if you can't make a full set of black, you won't be able to see clearly on the stage, which will affect the performance. When you saw that you were in Beijing, you didn't watch any show. It's embarrassing to be here today."

"I haven't seen anything. When I was in Beijing, I was a formal fan. I never gave the girl from the theater."

"You, that is, you just watch the girl. Have you ever heard the whole play? You asked the adults to tell me if this is a costume."

Ling Xingyue slapped her hand on her face, but she couldn't even hold it. The sudden appearance of a person and a platform completely disrupted the plan to act. When she heard his subordinates ask him, Ling Xingyue didn't know how to explain to them, so she had to say:

"This is really a suit, or a very formal suit. If I read it correctly, it should be a very valuable suit tailored by a famous tailor shop! This is really true! Ah haha!"

Ling Xingyue said this, and she felt it was too incredible, so she had to make a fuss and ended the topic quickly.

"Look, look, I'll say, since this is a costume, this must be a performer!"
Chapter completed!