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Dressed in bloody clothes, he responded to the call.

After all, no one has held a general meeting for a long time since the death of the president.

Even if it is called, everyone still has to think about it, mainly because they don’t dare to come.

Because the president died, whose blood-clothes evolved into soul-eating blood armor fell into whose hands? Who will call them then?

If you think about it carefully, it is impossible for them to answer the call, and it would be funny to catch them all in one fell swoop.

But this time, all these dormant blood-clothed priests came to the summons, because recently there was a guy named Jack Cooper who stirred up the situation. He was more invincible than the previous president and dared to challenge a country head-on.

So, was this summoning initiated by the Black Emperor Jack Cooper?

They were summoned just to see who the initiator was.

If it's the former president's bloody clothes, then I'm sorry, they turned around and left.

If it was the bloody clothes worn by the Black Emperor Jack Cooper that the original sin faction was jealous of the main priest, then they could stay and listen to what the other party wanted to say.

When Qiao Ji saw a figure dressed in blood appearing here, an emoticon emerged in his mind:

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If these people are not even at the prefecture level, Qiao Ji is not very interested in their souls.

But I am very interested in their Soul-Eating Blood Clothes!

If these more than ten pieces are put together, they should be able to fully evolve my half-clothed and half-armored soul-eating blood suit, right?

Of course, Qiao Ji feels that the Soul-Eating Blood Clothes are not as useful to him now as before. With the Six Magatama Samsara Eye, his shortcomings in mental strength have been made up for.

However, the Soul-Eating Blood Clothes are immune to spiritual attacks below the Earth level, so it would be a good idea to give them away to others. Your subordinates, the Envoys of Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil, will need it.

Qiao Ji didn't speak, and soon everyone else fell silent.

He hasn't thought about what to say yet. After all, he doesn't know how he turned on the group meeting mode. Now he looks at these blood-clothed priests and doesn't know what to say.

However, I should act stronger, right?

After all, these people are all outlaws and they should believe in the supremacy of strength. The former president of the Jiangu Association was an earth-level superpower who could convince the public, and the current Qiao Ji should be able to do the same.

After all, compared to the previous president, Qiao Ji's record was more magnificent. At least he had hunted down several earth-level superpowers and killed three earth-level undead against three enemies.

The blurry videos taken by nearby people can still be seen online, and they have been analyzed to death.

But it’s useless if the analysis is bad, because the power, speed and unpredictable teleportation are hard to guard against. So what if you know the Black Emperor’s ability? To appear before him and become an enemy is basically to pronounce death.

Qiao Ji didn't know what to say. He thought for a while and decided to change his role model first and transfer all the pressure to others.

"The Priest of Death who pursues the power of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse——"

On the first rib on the left side of the giant beast's skeleton, Qiao Ji spoke, and all the blood-clothed priests looked at him.

"Is this one here?"

Many people looked at a figure with a gray horse-shaped pattern on his crimson blood-stained clothes.

The Death Priest of the Knights of the Apocalypse seems to have participated in the undead disaster in Philadelphia, and also led the disaster to the Black Emperor Jack Cooper. Now it seems that this is going to be settled afterwards.

The other three chief priests of the Apocalypse Knight lineage, who had similar patterns but different colors, did not speak, but just watched all this.

"Dear Black Emperor, I have been looking forward to meeting you."

His tone was very low, his voice was magnetic, and it actually had a pleasant beauty.

He took a step forward, stepped in the air, and was watched by all the blood-clothed priests and Qiao Ji, like a person being judged and a performer.

"But please allow me to explain the previous misunderstanding."

"I'm listening." Qiao Ji responded coldly.

"Previously, officials from Philadelphia contacted the deacons under my command and asked me to do a dirty job for them, because the conditions they gave were a ritual and materials that can open the door to the world of the dead. I need this power, so I agreed."

He is the chief priest of death, and his subordinates feel a bit like half humans and half undead. Qiao Ji has seen them before, so what he said should be true.

"And those arrested people were just one of the conditions of my deal with them. They were used to scapegoat them. I had no idea that they would make false accusations."

The Priest of Death chose himself out.

As for whether he really didn't know anything, we can only know the specific situation by letting Jin Laobiao scan his memory.

He couldn't escape from this level, and Qiao Ji had no intention of letting him go. After all, they killed hundreds of thousands of people at once.

As for whether Jin Laobiao can successfully read his memory... it feels a bit uncertain. Qiao Ji's extremely high spiritual light value can detect that the aura of the Death Priest is not weak, and he is actually of earth level.

"It sounds like I should forgive you?" Qiao Ji didn't pretend, he just naturally showed a bad attitude.

"I dare not ask for it."

The death priest handed over the decision-making power to Qiao Ji. If Qiao Ji, the black emperor, did not intend to forgive him, then he would definitely shrink back.

"But if you can forgive me for my mistake, I hope to introduce you to a big shot."

Big shot?

A big shot in old American officialdom?

"After it's over, you stay for a while." Qiao Ji agreed. He also wanted to see what tricks the other party could pull off.

"You're the ones to deal with next."

Qiao Ji glanced at the remaining twenty or so blood-clothed officiants.

It sounds pretty cool, with more than twenty blood-robed officiants, but in reality?

They couldn't even defeat the weakest imperial tomb.

A sewer is always a sewer. It can't breed sharks, just a few big rats.

However, they can always lurk in the dark, and even Qiao Ji cannot find them all so easily.

But after meeting today and remembering them, I can always deal with them one by one in the future, or find a way to catch them all in one go.

The Death Priest retreated and bore Qiao Ji's gaze with the others.

The eyes behind the soul-devouring blood-clothes were full of oppression. They had the illusion that they would be killed at any time in this space.

Maybe it's not an illusion, so no one dares to say anything, and no one wants to be the one who stands out.

But it doesn’t work if no one talks.

"I thought about disbanding the Antique Appraisal Association because I have no interest in playing house with you, but you guys might be useful to me one day."

Things happened suddenly, and Qiao Ji didn't think of how to arrange them.

It would be a good choice to gather them all together and catch them all in one fell swoop, but I'm afraid they are not that stupid.

"Everyone get lost."

He called them like a monkey, looked at them, and told them to get out. His arrogant speech did not arouse any rebuttal, because everyone knew that the speaker was arrogant.

They may say something in their hearts, but they won't say it out loud. They retreat into the mist one by one and leave here.