Ace of the Dragon Division

When Stansson came to the rented office building and opened the door, he saw that there was only a simple desk, a computer, and a small table in a thousand square meters. Mario was pressing hard to remember the order. . ??八?一中文W?W?W?. ?8 (eight) 1ZW. COM

After Steinson came in, he looked at Mario and Chekhov.

When the boss said that he would send two people to serve the mandala company's ceo, he was very puzzled, checked the background of the two people and had a big company resume.

As a result, everything is blank.

He took the takeaway and placed it on the table: "Eating."

Mario directly transferred the three landlines to the call and then walked over and pulled the bag to start gorging.

When he was eating very slowly, Statham said to the two people: "You should know that the mandala is being stared at? For example, the FBI is trying to give the mandala a technical formula for other rich people. They can't find people. Now you both emerged, fearing not to be afraid? I heard that many big group bosses are eyeing the mandala's stock, and commercial spies will probably be happy to go here."

Chekhov still looked at his pizza and watched his football.

Statham looked at Mario again: "What are you going to do?"

In fact, he just wants to test the background or ability of the two people called by the boss. To be exact, he wants to know if there are any resources and patrons in the alien to avoid such targeted problems.

However, Chekhov has no bird.

Mario was busy eating, and there was no bird.

After feeling a bit of a grin, Steinson coughed: "A week ago, I joined a different customer and became a Level 1 member."

He is reminding two people: We are all the way, don't give face like this.

Chekhov continued to watch his live broadcast.

Mario continues to lick his meal.

Statham felt that he was ignored.

He deliberately said: "When the boss first came to the United States, I followed him."

The voice just fell, and Chekhov turned to look at him.

Mario also raised an eyebrow and glanced at Steinson.

"Are you busy? If it is, trouble to pick up the order for me." Mario said to him.

Statham is speechless, he feels that he has seen the boss and the boss wife! Can not be so ignored.

"I said two, so I am also the person around the boss. I have to look at the owner and give me a face. Tell me what plans the organization has for this mandala exhibition. Rest assured, I have been pious in front of the messenger. I am loyal to my loyalty, so please be assured that I am my own."

Mario chewed the dish in his mouth and asked: "Has the messenger told you that there are restrictions on each level of the member council? For example, don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

Statham: "Don't ask if the two are a few members? I have heard that almost all members of the board below level 5 are members who have no real power."

Chekhov and Mario looked at each other and smiled: "We don't have a grade."

Statham smiled: "Then I am a member of the ranks, can you order you? Then tell me quickly, how do you plan to cope with the preparation of the mandala for this crisis?"

Mario looked at Stansson: "Look at the fact that you followed the boss so early, I can tell you about the extra level of hierarchy information."

Statham looked at him blankly.

Mario said: "Light tomorrow makes level 5, demon angel level 7, whether it is level 1 or level 12, it is just an angel. And there is a more authoritative level above it, called the trial arbitrator."

Statham: "Judgement arbitrator?"

Mario nodded. "Look at your tattoo and look at it."

Statham opened the tattoo on his chest and covered one hand over the earth.

"What does this have to do with tattoos? The messenger told me that this is just a totem."

"The totem naturally has a meaning. The totem covers the earth. I tell you what it stands for. It is the judge's arbitrator. On the level, the 12-winged angel can only be in the earth, and there is the hand on it."

Statham was shocked: "So the two are the arbiter? What is the arbiter doing?"

Chekhov pointed to Mario and said: "You saw it, like him, responsible for being a salesman."

Mario glanced at Chekhov and then looked at Steinson and said: "The arbiter is responsible for one thing."

Statham: "What?"

Mario squeezed two words out of his teeth and said, "Kill!"

"Kill?... killing? Who is going to kill?"

After hearing these two words, Statham didn't know why, and felt the scalp.

"Everyone has anything, any organization that wants to extend a hand or a foot from the totem earth will be cut off! For example... you advertise the content of our conversation, then you will not see the second The sun of the sky!"

Mario saw that he had finished speaking, and stanson swallowed, and some laughed out: "Of course, you are the person around your boss, that is your own, you don't have to be afraid."

Statham nodded with a sigh of relief.

"So, can I know what level of membership my boss belongs to?"

Chekhov asked: "Have your boss told you?"

Statham shook his head: "No, I asked the messenger not to say."

Chekhov and Mario looked at each other and smiled at him: "As you get higher in the future, you will know."

"I know that this time, I am responsible for supporting the socialists for the boss. If I do this, I will raise me to a 5th-level light tomorrow. I just want to ask two people, like me, 5th grade. Is it difficult to have a real-level 6-level demon angel?"

"It's not difficult." Chekhov said: "Don't you just say it? You must watch the master when you play the dog. You can make a 5th-level light tomorrow. Tell other demon angels that you are the red man next to the boss. I promise that the 12-wing angel will be in the future. Will marry you."

Statham is very clever: "My boss is actually a trial ruling, right?"

Chekhov: "Have I said that?"

Statham smiled: "It goes without saying, guess it."

Mario smiled.

It’s just that he didn’t tell Stansson: If the hands on the earth are the judges who represent them, who is the hand?

On top of this, there is also a highest level, this hand is actually the hand of Xu Cheng!

"Then, I ask, how do you become a trial arbitrator?" Statham asked again.

"Become a trial ruling?" Mario stopped the action of eating and looked at Stanson: "It's very simple."

Statham: "Then you look at me, can't you?"

Chekhov took a fruit knife from the desk drawer and threw it into the table where Mario was eating. He said, "Cut your whole palm, you can become a trial arbiter, cut a Hand, meaning to hand your hand to a stranger, then you can be that hand!"

(The three chapters are completed, continue tomorrow)

(End of this chapter)