Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Shortly after Zhang Yifeng and his party entered the ruling building, a hover car parked outside the ruling building.

Two figures got out of the car and came to the door of the building.

"Olilay, Arthur?"

The red-haired law enforcement officer looked at the two people coming off the hovercar with surprise in his eyes.

"You actually came to attend the King's dinner? Haven't you always disliked participating in such events in the past?"

"And you guys changed cars?"

There was a hint of surprise in his tone as he looked at the brand new hover car behind Oli Lai and Arthur.

"Oh, you also know that we are usually on duty at the border of the virtual world, and we definitely earn more than those of you who guard the ruling building."

Oli Lai shrugged, stepped forward and patted his shoulder with a smile.

Listening to the complacency in Oli Lai's tone, Taylor frowned slightly and slapped his hand on his shoulder.

"I will not join in the trouble with you people. If you want to enter the ruling building, please give me your ID card first."

Looking at Oli Lai coldly, Taylor said solemnly.

"Tch, they're all colleagues, but they still have to be so stiff."

O'Leary curled his lips and took out a green card from his arms and handed it to Taylor.

Arthur on the side also stepped forward, saluted respectfully to Taylor, and then took out his identity card and handed it to him.

Taylor checked them one by one as usual, and handed their ID cards back after confirming they were correct.

"It's a pity that a good young man like Arthur ended up with a guy like you."

Shaking his head, Taylor looked at Arthur with a look of regret.

As a senior law enforcement officer, Taylor knew what Arthur was like.

If Arthur can stay with him, he will definitely take over his position in the future and become a law enforcement officer who enforces the law impartially.

What a pity

A good prospect was assigned by the superiors to Oli Lai, a guy with no formal status.

I don’t know how long Arthur can hold on before he is assimilated by Oli Lai.

"Just be envious~"

O'Leary shrugged, made a face at Taylor, and then pulled Arthur and ran towards the governing building.

"Tsk, the boss is no longer young, and he still looks like this."

Taylor chuckled and looked helplessly at Oli Lai's back.

"By the way, I just saw a few people standing at the door, and their backs looked familiar."

"Do you know what they do?"

O'Leary's footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the building door, turned around and asked Taylor loudly.

"Oh, just a few dinner staff."

Taylor replied lightly.

"knew!"

O'Lai waved his hand, and finally rushed into the governing building with Arthur.

On the other side, Zhang Yifeng and Duyan have separated.

They each took the elevator to the lounge and waited.

There were already about ten people sitting in the waiter's lounge.

Most of them had plain faces and seemed to be very familiar with events like the King's Dinner.

Only a few people had a look of expectation on their faces, squatting in the corner anxiously and mumbling something.

At first glance, Zhang Yifeng eliminated these people from those who might have been arranged by Ron.

In public, being so nervous is obviously to attract other people's attention.

What Ron has to do is plan

It is impossible to arrange for people with such low psychological quality to be around the major events in the future of the entire safety zone.

With calm expressions on their faces, Zhang Yifeng and Scholar Wushuang came to the corner and sat down, without observing anyone in the room.

However, although Zhang Yifeng's eyes did not fall on these people, his ears were always listening to the conversations of everyone in the room.

When the two of them walked into the lounge, Zhang Yifeng noticed that no one in the room looked at them.

Either Ron's men have a very strong psychological quality, and they can suppress their instinctive reaction and look at them despite knowing their existence. .??.

Or Ron didn't tell his men about their existence at all.

After all, the less people know about something, the better.

Amidst the chaotic chatter in the lounge, Zhang Yifeng calmed down and sorted out two pieces of useful information.

The first is that among the waiters present, some seniors seem to be a little afraid of tonight's dinner.

Through the conversation between them, Zhang Yifeng could probably tell that every time the king held a dinner party in the ruling building, he would hire a large number of middle- and lower-class citizens to work here.

However, after the work is over, some waiters are left behind every time, and no one knows where they went afterwards.

Regarding this matter, the waiters in the lounge basically held their own opinions. Many people felt that the person who was taken away was favored by the king and went to enjoy the glory and wealth.

The rest believe that those who disappeared may have encountered something unexpected.

Another noteworthy information is that at tonight's dinner, everyone will be assigned to a table.

Of the one hundred waiters in the lounge, only one had the honor to serve at the king's table.

In previous years, he also served the king

The waiters who serve as waiters are most likely to disappear in the end.

After realizing this key information, Zhang Yifeng passed this information to Wushuang Scholar.

Compared to Zhang Yifeng, Wushuang Scholar looked extremely calm.

But this is just his disguise. In fact, Wushuang Scholar cannot tolerate anything else in his heart now.

All he thought about was the Void Immortal Gold, and he didn't care what Zhang Yifeng said to him.

As time passed slowly, other waiters came to the lounge one after another.

Finally, all one hundred waiters arrived, and it was time to start preparing for the dinner.

The door to the lounge was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in.

He glanced around the room with cold eyes, and the middle-aged man in a suit said solemnly, "Now, follow me to prepare the things needed for the dinner."

"For reasonable distribution, you will be assigned to each table according to the number."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man in a suit pressed his watch, and a ray of light flew out of the watch and fell on everyone in the room.

Zhang Yifeng lowered his head and looked at his chest, where he saw a pure white suit.

Under the illumination of that light, a number one suddenly appeared on the chest.

As for the other waiters present, various numbers gradually appeared on their chests, representing which table of guests they would serve next.

Zhang Yifeng turned around and saw a number two appearing on Wushuang Scholar's chest.

The two waiter uniforms they were wearing were given to them by Ron.

If Zhang Yifeng guessed correctly, the person who will serve the king of the safe zone is either the Wushuang scholar or him.

"No. 1... turns out to be here!"