Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

Squatting outside the prison cell, Li Bai listened to these sharp and critical comments, displeased, "This is your brother's first time cooking. Being able to tell it's fried rice is already a huge success. Can't you praise me a little?"

Li Ji swallowed the rice in his mouth: "Considering it's free, I can barely give you a nine out of ten."

Li Bai's eyebrows curved slightly: "That's more like it."

Li Ji added: "The full score is a hundred."

"Are you doing this on purpose!"

"To think your IQ could figure this out, not bad!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, kid? My IQ is much higher than yours. Just look at the past, when have my exam scores not been better than yours!"

"That's just because I didn't want to study. If I studied, I would surpass you immediately!"

"You're really good at bragging!"

......

The brothers bickered, searching for loopholes in each other's words, vaguely feeling as if they had returned to many years ago.

The young man holding the porcelain bowl had clear and bright eyes. The shallow silkworm accentuated his extremely clean smile, like the winter sun, seemingly capable of melting all coldness.

The young man who stood up because of anger had a stern face. His thick eyebrows made his features appear particularly resolute, exuding the authority of an older brother at all times, but the gentleness between his brows made his majesty not so pure.

Bang!

As the porcelain bowl fell to the ground, the beautiful moment vanished with the wind. The former became a Resurgent about to be purged, and the latter became an incompetent older brother who could even burn the rice while cooking fried rice.

"I'm done eating. Please wash the bowl for me," Li Ji's smile was very pale and forced.

The smile in Li Bai's eyes gradually disappeared, and he nodded: "Okay, I'll wash it clean."

......

In the brightly lit, oppressively atmosphere of the conference room, a group of men and women, mostly older in age, gathered here, including some familiar faces.

Such as Zhou Lian, the district head of the Disaster Zone, Guan Qian, the deputy minister of the Disaster Eradication Department, and Zhou Qiantai of the Zhou Corporation, they were all sitting on both sides of the conference table.

Sitting in the main seat was an old man with white hair and beard, inverted triangular eyes, and a face covered with ravines.

This person was named He Kuo, the strongest person present, and also the Thirteenth Forbidden that Ghost Hack had detected.

Whoosh—

He Kuo pushed up his reading glasses and flipped through the white paper document in his hand, looking exceptionally focused. The conference room was so quiet that only the sound of flipping pages could be heard.

"Killing two Twelfth Forbidden Fated Ones in two days, the New World's actions are somewhat beyond my expectations!"

He Kuo put down the document and turned his head to look at Guan Qian, asking, "Does the Disaster Eradication Department have any information on the movements of these four Resurgents?"

Guan Qian shook her head: "These four Resurgents are very good at hiding and concealing themselves. We have not yet grasped their movements, but what we can be sure of is that they are still in the Second District."

He Kuo leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces: "It seems that today's public purge will not go very smoothly. We have our work cut out for us!"

"He Kuo, you should know the reason why I'm here!" Zhou Qiantai, who had been silent all along, asked in a cold voice. His complexion was not as rosy as it had been a few days ago, and it was clear that he had not been doing well these past few days.

He Kuo replied in a deep voice, "Of course I know."

The originally listless Zhou Lian straightened his back as soon as he heard this, his mouth wriggling as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just staring nervously at Zhou Qiantai.

Zhou Qiantai asked directly: "What are you planning to do?"

He Kuo said calmly: "In my opinion, the New World should not use this kind of threatening means to force us to release Li Ji. This is a breach of the agreement.

Kidnapping the Zhou family's descendants may be just as he said, to extort a few Resurgent Beasts from the Zhou family, and has nothing to do with the New World."

Zhou Lian hurriedly said: "Old He, that's not right. If Wang is just trying to extort Resurgent Beasts from the Zhou family, why kidnap my son at this juncture!?"

He Kuo replied lightly: "Maybe it's just a coincidence."

"How could it be..."

"Zhou Lian."

Zhou Qiantai suddenly spoke, interrupting the other party's words, then stared at He Kuo and questioned: "If it's not a coincidence, what are you going to do?"

The conference room fell silent.

After a few seconds, He Kuo smiled slightly: "Eighth Master, don't worry. If the New World really does this, I will make the greatest concessions within the bottom line and strive to rescue all the Zhou family's descendants."

Zhou Qiantai frowned slightly: "What is meant by within the bottom line?"

He Kuo explained: "My mission is to purge Li Ji, and this is my bottom line. As long as the New World does not touch this bottom line, I will even kneel down and kowtow."

"What if it touches this bottom line?"

"Then I can only stand my ground."

"He Kuo, have you forgotten your identity?" Zhou Qiantai slowly clenched his fist, his face frighteningly gloomy.

In an instant, everyone's breathing weakened, sitting tremblingly in their seats, not daring to make a sound, for fear of offending these two big shots.

He Kuo nodded slightly: "Eighth Master, you're being too serious. I can get to where I am today, all thanks to the Zhou family's cultivation. I know very well who I belong to and who I should serve."

Zhou Qiantai's shoulders slowly sank: "Since you know, I believe you will make the right choice."

He Kuo replied seriously: "I will do my best to rescue the Zhou family's descendants without affecting the mission."

Bang!

Zhou Qiantai slammed the table and stood up, pointing at He Kuo and shouting angrily: "How dare you!"

He Kuo stood up and said very apologetically: "Eighth Master, I can understand your current mood, but I'm sorry, this is the task that person gave me, and I will not make any concessions, I hope you understand."

"Good, very good, so loyal!"

Zhou Qiantai glared at the other party fiercely, then turned and left the conference room.

He Kuo sat back in his seat: "Let's continue."

......

In the corridor outside the conference room, several well-dressed, older men and women were either standing or sitting, but without exception, their expressions were particularly anxious, as if waiting for something.

If there were people from the Intelligence Department of the Security and Control Agency here, they would be surprised to find that these people, without exception, were all famous figures in the Northern Federation!

The reason why they gathered here was all because of the same person—009 Wang!

"How long has it been, why is there still no movement!"

"Wife, don't worry, Eighth Master is personally involved, there will definitely be no problem, there will definitely be no problem..."

"My poor baby, staying at home obediently, and still got kidnapped, this damned Wang, this damned Wang..."

The slightly chubby woman's eyes were red, leaning in her man's arms, constantly cursing.

Click—

Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Zhou Qiantai, with a bad complexion, walked out.

The next second, the people waiting at the door hurried forward.

"Eighth Master, how is the situation?"

"Eighth Master, can our children be rescued?"

"What did Old He say?"

In the anxious gazes of several people, Zhou Qiantai shook his head wearily: "He Kuo will not budge, rescuing people can only rely on ourselves."