The Rockets of the Spirits Start

Fengyuan Continent, Caiyou City.

In a meeting room of the government affairs building of the alliance headquarters, an old man with a goatee and a long knife in his hand sat on the main seat with a serious face, silently flipping through the urgent documents sent by various cities.

On both sides of the conference table, on the left sat a chunky old man in a black suit with a Mediterranean head, and on the other side was a thin and tall man in his nineties with age spots on his face.

At this moment, the three of them seemed to be in a stalemate, and no one was willing to speak first. As a result, there was only the old man with a knife flipping through the documents in the room.

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As time passed, the old man with a goatee and a knife had processed all the documents on the table, and ordered the secretary to come in and take the order he had annotated.

Only then did he slowly raise his head, and turned his extremely sharp eyes to the Mediterranean Sea and the tall and thin man who sat calmly on both sides of the long table, silently, and said in a calm and unhurried voice:

"Residents from all over the country have been resettled into temporary housing, and everything is as we expected before."

"But the person in charge of finishing the plan, the three of us still haven't decided on it, so we can't delay it any longer."

"Don't you want to wait until Shuijing City is completely destroyed by Gulardo and Kyoka!"

After listening to the words of the old man with the knife, Mediterranean Sea sitting on his right hand couldn't help trembling his lips twice, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

However, when the tall and thin old man sitting on the left saw this, he immediately took out a so-called strength analysis chart from his pocket, laid it out in front of the two of them smoothly, and said in a calm tone:

"No matter how much you urge, it won't work. The current strength of our three old guys is no longer enough to resist the two beasts."

"Besides, young people in the alliance also need to experience, like Adam, Dawu, Mikoli, and Qianli. They should be able to replace us and resist the pressure brought by the beast."

After listening to the tall and thin old man's words, the serious face of the goatee old man holding a knife couldn't help showing a touch of coldness,

After slamming the table with the scabbard, he took out the knife and chopped up the entire strength analysis chart. Looking at the two expressionless faces, he sneered loudly:

"It's no wonder that old man Damara looks down on us, and even dared to send someone to threaten me openly."

"You will only let the young people resist when you encounter divine beasts. You are all fucking like bastards. Are you still the top of the Fengyuan Alliance!"

Seeing the old man with the knife say these words suddenly, Mediterranean Sea next to him obediently lowered his head, pretending that I deeply knew that I was wrong, but if you want me to go, I will definitely not go.

The thin and tall old man was completely different from the Mediterranean. He stood up and slapped the table, looked straight into the sharp eyes of the old man with the knife, and said with a sneer:

"Don't use Damarachi from Kanto as an excuse. Anyway, let us resist Gulardo and Kyoka. We old guys don't agree!"

"Besides, who can be more like a bastard than you, Damalan scared you to the ground with a single phone call, if you have the ability, go and block the two beasts first, and then teach us a lesson when you come back!"

"Do you know why many people didn't show up today? They all understand how shameless you bastard is. If you can implement what you said, we old guys won't be so gutless!"

the voice fell,

Regardless of Mediterranean's dissuasion, the thin and tall old man turned around and strode towards the door of the conference room, spitting hard on the floor.

Looking at the increasingly ruddy face of the old man with the knife, Mediterranean Sea, who was about to stay and continue the discussion just now, did not dare to stay in the room any longer.

Standing up, he walked slowly towards the door, while staring at the bright red carpet under his feet, with a simple and honest face turned his back to the old man with the knife, and persuaded in a low voice:

"You and I should know what our generation is like, so it's up to Dawu and his generation to surpass the Kanto Alliance."

Gu\u003c/span\u003e After saying this, the Mediterranean old man stroked his round belly and walked out of the meeting room door quickly.

The old man with a goatee and a knife standing in front of the long table saw that he was the only one left in the whole room, and the anger that was suppressed in his heart burst out immediately. He drew his knife and slashed at the tall and thin old man's chair, gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

After some crisp chopping and slashing to release the anger from the bottom of his heart, the goatee old man with the knife sat back in his seat and looked at the empty alliance meeting room, with a look of exhaustion suddenly appearing in his eyes. Se, trembling as if perplexed, said:

"Oh, I can only let Dawu and the others do it."

"Could it be that I'm really greedy for life and afraid of death..."

After these few words were spoken, the complexion of the old man with the knife suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny. He stood up and walked to the small table next to him. He picked up the landline and dialed the number of the Alliance Police Department. He ordered in a serious tone:

"Notify the champion Dawu, the matter of Gulardo and Kyoka, the alliance will give him full power to deal with, and all trainers will be at his disposal."

"Be sure to drag the two divine beasts to Shuijing City and wait for the arrival of the Rift Seat!"

After hanging up the phone, the old man with the knife leaned on the table and let out a deep breath. He couldn't help revealing a little worry in his eyes. He walked back to his seat slowly and looked at the map of Fengyuan hanging high on the wall. Inexplicably firm in his voice, he murmured to himself:

"Since the old guys are useless, I don't need to delay any longer. After all, if the stalemate continues like this, maybe the young people will also be affected. Let's hand the alliance into Dawu's hands as soon as possible."

"It's just Adam from Liuli Gym, who is neither young nor old, what should I do with him..."

...

As soon as the screen changed, it came to Kanaz City, the commercial building of Devon Manufacturing Co., Ltd.

Sitting at the desk, smoking a cigar, Zvokki hibiscus listened with a very calm expression, and his subordinates reported the details of what happened in the alliance meeting room just now.

But when the subordinate said that the old man with the knife called the alliance police department and asked all the trainers to fully cooperate with Dawu, Zifuqi hibiscus put out the cigar and threw it into the ashtray inexplicably, and said in a flat tone:

"Inform the cleaning team to install some latest bugs in the private houses of those old guys, so that no one will find out."

After hearing the order from Zifuqi Hibiscus, the man in the suit who stood upright in front of the desk put the document in his hand that recorded the contents of conversations of many high-ranking members of the alliance on the table, bowed respectfully and said:

"Yes, President."

Zifuqi Hibiscus tapped the armrest of the seat with his finger, looked at the man in the suit who turned and left the room, his eyes could not help revealing a faint solemn look, then he pressed the black button hidden by the table, and said in a low voice:

"Kuroda, we, the Devin Company, don't want to get involved in this incident about Gulardo and Kyoka."

"If Dawu needs help, you can provide him with material assistance, but none of the trainers recruited by the company can go there."

After saying these words, Zifuqi Mujin released the black button, held up the document on the table that recorded the conversation of the high-level alliance with both hands, glanced at it casually, and couldn't help but think heavily in his heart:

"Would it be good for the entire Zvoki family to let Dawu's boy take charge of the alliance..."

"Those old guys, do they really want to hand over the alliance completely to Dawu, or do they just need a puppet to accept their control..."

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