Magic world

While Ito Cheng looked at the silent people in the room, several people also looked at Ito Cheng and his group, but the one who looked at him the most was Ito Cheng himself.

After all, An Long and Zuo Youxian have known each other for a long time. Although Wei Zhenzhen is pretty good-looking, she is still far behind Meiji Sina and does not catch their eyes at all. As for her facial expression, Although Fu Junzhuo with the weird mask put a lot of pressure on them, he was just afraid, and it didn't make them pay too much attention. Only Ito Cheng, a guy who looked like an ordinary person, made them very wary.

But despite this, they were still a little confused about Zuo Youxian's appearance. After all, when he invited them yesterday, Fatty An never said that Zuo Youxian would come too.

"Here, let me introduce a few of you." An Long acted as the middleman and introduced the people on both sides with a smile on his face.

"This is the leader of the Sichuan Gang, Mr. Fan Zhuo, who is known as the gun king in Bashu." An Long pointed at the burly man with a serious face and an older look and introduced.

"And this is one of the leaders of the Ba League, the Monkey King - Feng Zhen." Then, Anlong moved his arm gently and pointed at the skinny old man who was smoking a hookah silently there and introduced.

"Wolf King - Chuan Mouxun." An Long moved his arm again and pointed at the sturdy Yinjiu man wearing ethnic minority clothing and introduced.

"Eagle King - Jiao Luo Feng."

"As for this beauty, she is the last leader of the Bamong League, Mei Ji - Sina." An Long finally pointed at the beautiful woman wearing the costumes of the tribe and smiled. [

"The person next to me is the patron who asked Mr. An to be the middleman to invite you all to gather here. Chen Xicheng, Mr. Chen." Then. Anlong pointed to Ito Cheng beside him and introduced to the stewards of the Sichuan Gang and Bameng.

"Chen Xicheng? That general of the Wuweiying camp who was conferred by the foolish emperor Yang Guang before his death, who is now the actual owner of Chang'an?" Jiao Luofeng tilted his head and looked at Ito Cheng up and down again with sharp eyes.

"That's right." Ito Cheng smiled.

"Okay, I have something to talk about later. Everyone, take your seats first." An Long greeted everyone like a master.

No one refuted, Yi Yan and An Long walked to the round table at the side of the room, each found a seat and sat down. Among them, Fan Zhuo from the Sichuan Gang, Feng Zhen, Chuan Mouxun, Jiao Luofeng and Sina from the Bamong Gang sat on half of the round table one by one, with Ito as the center. Fu Junzhuo is outside, next to Maggie Sina, Wei Zhenzhen sits between the two, An Long sits on the left of Ito Cheng, and Zuo Youxian is the outermost, next to Fan Zhuo.

"Come here, serve the food." Anlong turned around and greeted outside the room.

Then after a while. As the door opened from the outside, several women in pretty clothes walked into the room carrying a tray with various dishes on it. They came to the table and put the dishes on the table one by one. The round table was packed to the brim.

Obviously, all this was prepared in advance, otherwise it would never have happened in less than two minutes. A large table of dishes has been prepared, which would be too exaggerated.

"Come, let's have a drink first." Anlong picked up the wine clock and said.

Everyone also gave him face as the leader of the Bashu Chamber of Commerce. They raised their wine glasses to greet him, raised their heads and drank the wine in the glass. And as I drank this glass of wine. The atmosphere among everyone became relaxed.

"Come, come. Come, eat food." An Long greeted everyone again.

But it has to be said that as a businessman, Fatty An is really good at communication. With his greetings, the atmosphere among everyone became better and better, and there was no longer the tit-for-tat look when they first met.

The wine is over thirty years old, and the food is over five flavors...

"I wonder why Mr. Chen asked Anlong to invite us here." At this time, Fan Zhuo gently put down his wine glass and looked at Ito Cheng and asked in a long voice.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room immediately stagnated. At the same time, several Bameng stewards also set their eyes on Ito Cheng, waiting for his answer. [

"It's very simple. I want Bashu, so I need the cooperation of several people." Ito Cheng, who also put down his wine glass, raised his eyes and scanned the five people from the Sichuan Gang and Bameng one by one, and said softly with a smile on his face.

Although his words were soft, they were nothing like thunder to the five people opposite, who all looked at him in amazement.

"Didn't Mr. Chen stretch his hand a little too long?" Eagle King Jiao Luo Feng said in a gloomy tone.

"Is it long? I didn't realize it. Although Chang'an is not close to Chengdu, it is not far enough to be separated by France and France. It is only separated by the four cities of Hanchuan, Yicheng, Basi and Jinshan. There are all other places in between. Although the forces are blocked, as long as we and the other are willing, we can connect them together." Ito Cheng said with a smile.

"In this case, we can invade Chang'an by our own strength, so why should we cooperate with you?" Chuan Mouxun said quietly after swallowing the food in his mouth.

"The Wolf King really thinks that Ba Meng can reach Chang'an?" Ito Cheng asked with a half-smile.

"Why not?" Megisna said with a hesitant look on her face.

"Let's not talk about the fighting strength of the Bashu people who have been at peace for a long time. Let's talk about the current situation. Are you sure that the Ba League can achieve sincere cooperation with the Sichuan Gang? After you are sure that you are not afraid of action, people from Duzunbao or the Baling Gang took advantage of the loopholes. ?" Ito Cheng said with a frivolous look on Sina's face.

Hearing this, the people from Bameng and Sichuan Gang couldn't help but frown.

"But you, who only have the city of Chang'an, are you worthy of our trust." Monkey King Fengzhen took two puffs of water pipe and asked, "In other words, what benefits can you bring to us."

"Before we say something, please sign this contract first. Although preparations are being made over there, I don't want the news to leak due to some accidents before it is officially announced." Ito Cheng turned over his hand and took out the five-card record. He handed the contract scroll with simple confidentiality clauses to Fan Zhuo, Feng Zhen, Sina and others.

"Since Mr. Chen can't trust me, why did he call me here?" Jiao Luofeng said with an unhappy face. Without knowing the power of the contract scroll, he didn't think that signing a contract would guarantee that the secret would not be leaked. He only thought that Ito Cheng was joking, so he showed his expression directly on his face.

Although the others didn't say anything, they also had unpleasant expressions on their faces.

"This is not an ordinary contract document, but I refined it with a secret method. When signing, I need your blood as evidence. The contract is bound by rules. Anyone who violates the contract will be punished by the terms of the contract." Ito Cheng smiled and explained, "If you don't believe it, you can definitely ask a disciple to come for the test, but in that case, that disciple's life will probably be at stake here."

Fan Zhuo and others looked at each other with strange expressions, then opened their mouths to say hello and called a disciple in.

"Sign your name on this with your own blood." Looking at the disciples coming in, Jiao Luofeng ordered directly without even explaining.

"Wait a minute." Seeing this, Ito Cheng quickly stopped him.

"Don't worry, I'm not going back on my word, but I want to modify the above content. Otherwise, if I don't tell you the things, it will be useless even if he signs it." With that, Ito Cheng took the contract from Sina's hand. On the scroll, in front of everyone, he used his fingers with vague power to modify the contract content on it.

What is written is very simple. After the contract is established, the signer cannot speak, otherwise his soul will be shattered and he will die immediately.

After finishing writing, Ito Cheng handed the scroll to Sina again, asking her to check it, and then passed it on to other Bamong leaders and Fan Zhuo from the Sichuan Gang for viewing.

Later, after everyone confirmed the contents of the scroll, they handed the contract scroll back to the disciple who had just entered, and asked him to sign his name on the surface of the scroll with blood.

The moment the disciple finished writing his name, a faint light burst out from the contract scroll, swallowing up the blood on the surface of the scroll, and then turned into a ray and penetrated into the forehead of the disciple who could not dodge.

Seeing this, Fan Zhuo and others immediately believed 50% in the power of the scroll.

"Speak." Jiao Luofeng ordered.

Hearing Jiao Luofeng's order, the expressions of the disciples who had read the scroll before changed, and a look of fear immediately appeared on their faces. However, after seeing Jiao Luofeng's increasingly unkind expression, they knew it would be the same if they didn't speak. The mortal disciple opened his mouth in despair and said, "Yes."

Almost as soon as the words fell, the disciple opened his mouth and let out a scream. He held his head in his hands, his eyes turned white and he fell to the ground. After a while, he lost all the breath of life.

"Dead." Jiao Luofeng walked to the disciple's body and inspected it.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions changed, and a look of fear appeared in their eyes. After all, this game is so weird. For the Bashu people and ethnic minorities who believe in ancestors and gods, it is almost like witchcraft!

"Of course, the punishment content of the contract signed by you will not be like this. At most, it will prevent you from returning to the embrace of your ancestral spirits after death. There will be no threat to your personal safety." Ito Cheng He said with a smile.

Hearing Ito Cheng say this, several people felt a little relieved, but they still had some lingering fears about signing the contract, but in the end they thought about it and agreed.

After that, Ito Cheng refilled the contract and made changes to the contents, and asked Fan Zhuo and others to sign their names with another disciple who confirmed that the contract would indeed not be fatal.

Then, Ito Cheng, who allowed Fan Zhuo and others to put away the contract scroll, smiled slightly and told the people present about the real power he held and the preparations for the founding of the country.

And following Ito Cheng's narration, whether it was Zuo Youxian and Anlong, who were descendants of the Demon Sect, or Fan Zhuo, Feng Zhen, Chuan Mouxun, Jiao Luofeng and Sina, the leaders of the Bashu forces, all drank it. With a cold breath, he was shocked by Ito Cheng's potential power.

"Now, everyone should be able to give me an answer." Ito Cheng asked, looking at the leaders of the Bashu forces in front of him with a smile. (To be continued...)