Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"Wait, there's a meeting over there!" Binns wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Fang Lang went to the president's room, and of course Ma Qi stayed behind to deal with the work that had piled up recently.

I have never done this kind of thing before, but the situation is special, and I have to bite the bullet. Who asked Fang Lang to be her boyfriend, and left his job irresponsibly.

The review department is on the 100th floor, and the chairman's room is on the 101st floor. Although Fang Lang has only been here once, he can easily remember the place.

Pushing the door and entering, what I saw was a group of people, each exuding a rather unwavering momentum.

There were twelve people sitting on both sides of the long conference table, while President Nitro stood and seemed to be discussing something.

Everyone discovered the existence of Fang Lang and looked sideways.

"Oh, you came just in time, just talking about your business." Nitro scratched his head, but was not angry because the meeting was interrupted.

From the moment he entered the door, Fang Lang's eyes were fixed on Jin's body. He looked like Jie in eight or nine points.

"Sorry, I didn't know there was a meeting here." Fang Lang said, but there was no sign of leaving.

"Well, it doesn't matter, let me introduce you, this is the twelve Earthly Branches." Nitro's playful old urchin said in a cadenced tone, "He is Fang Lang, the new censorship minister, who I appointed."

Twelve Earthly Branches.

Zimo, Paris Stone Hill, Samsung Hunter, Vice President of the Association.

Ugly Niu, Mizaston Nana, a two-star crime hunter, a lawyer who operates a private security company.

Yinhu, treasure hunter, bodyguard.

Maotu, Pyorn, ancient document hunter, linguist, translator. A cute girl with a mobile phone in her hand.

Chen Long, Porter Baigant, star terrorist hunter, prosecutor, military analyst.

Snake, Gai Lu, poison hunter, coroner, pharmacist.

Wu Ma, Sa Qiu Xiaoyao Chuan, two-star trouble hunter, detective, and chores.

Weiyang, Yinda, poaching hunters, commandos.

Shen Monkey, Journey to the West, Bounty Hunter, Fighter. He is tall and thin, with the moon and stars on his arms.

You chicken, Crook, plant hunter, musician, dancer, arrogant and critical woman.

Xu Gou, Chidall Yorkshire, star incurable disease hunter, physician, legal scholar.

Hai Zhu, Jin Fu Li Shi, a two-star relic hunter, a prodigal son in the twelve earthly branches, one of the five minds in the world, Jeff Li Shi's father, has superb imitation ability.

Fang Lang used his eyesight to see that his words, just relying on his ability to think, domineering, and physical skills, might be about the same level as them.

Of course, if he uses swordsmanship, Fang Lang is not afraid of anyone, and even Nitro can kill him.

I thought to myself, but I didn't show it on my face. Instead, I smiled shyly and said, "Aiya, this is the famous twelve Earthly Branches. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for disturbing your meeting."

"You are Fang Lang, and you came just in time. Since that's the case, I'll be your opponent." The person who spoke was Shen Hou, a man named Journey to the West.

"Huh?" Fang Lang was slightly startled, pretending to be puzzled, and said, "What's the matter? President, what's going on?"

"Actually, I was discussing whether you are qualified for the position of the review minister. This position requires strong strength, well, at least the level of the twelve Earthly Branches." strength and qualifications."

"So that's the case, I think it's better not to fight casually. It would be bad if someone died." Fang Lang showed a headache.

"Relax, I will show mercy." Xiyou grinned and said, "It's not my style to kill you with a stick."

"This is really unscrupulous, and I finally understand why you are a monkey." Fang Lang scratched his head.

"Huh?" Xiyou frowned.

"The monkey's brain is still different from that of a human, because he can't understand human language." Fang Lang put away his smile and said lightly: "What I mean when I say it will kill you is, what if I accidentally kill you? "

"You bastard!" Xiyou was furious.

The rest of the people couldn't help but look at Fang Lang a few more times. The people who dare to talk to them like the twelve Earthly Branches are quite rare, and most of them are already dead.

Nitro laughed, "Well, don't be so mad, it seems very interesting, since that's the case, let's go to the training ground."

Hearing this, Fang Lang was speechless, "Hey, President, are you serious? Don't blame me for his death."

"You're really good at talking, don't be beaten like a dog by me later." Xiyou snorted coldly, stood up first, and walked outside.

Fang Lang sighed, "Really, a group of militants, president, let's talk about it first, it's none of my business to be injured or maimed."

"Well, it doesn't matter, if you can do it." Nitro nodded without hesitation and said enthusiastically.

Hearing this, the other eleven people also got up and walked out the door.

Parison walked over to Fang Lang with a hearty smile, "Do you want me to tell you about his abilities?"

"No, stepping on an ant to death, will you care about each other?" Fang Lang responded with a smile.

"Really, then you ask yourself to be blessed." Pariston raised his eyebrows, left a sentence and left.

"Better not trust that person."

Another voice sounded beside him, Fang Lang looked sideways, but it was Jin Fulis.

"Aren't you very upset about me being the censorship minister?

full? "

"Ah, this, well, let's talk about it." Jin glanced at Fang Lang, said ambiguously, put his hands in his pockets, and left gracefully.

"Hey, you'd better be careful. You've angered Westward Journey, and you can't blame anyone for being killed." A girl who looked like a dog said beside him.

"You should worry about him." Fang Lang shrugged.

Soon after, the group came to the training ground.

On the 101st floor, there is a room for Nitro to play with the other twelve Earthly Branches, and at this time it was used as a one-on-one battle arena.

"It's too late to regret it now." Xiyou stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air, and a long wishful stick suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Regret? Interesting speech." Fang Lang also grasped the void, and a generation of ghosts appeared in his hand, "No matter how powerful the monkey is, it can't escape the palm of Buddha, ah, I'm sorry, you probably haven't heard of it." . .