As mentioned before, if it was someone like Lin Feng who was familiar with Number One's way of doing things, he would know that when Number One smiled and spoke in an indifferent tone, that was when he was truly angry.
The moment his voice fell, it was as if a silent thunder had shaken the ground.
The more light it seemed, the more powerless it was.
The more breathtaking and oppressive aura it exuded.
At that moment, the invisible majesty and momentum that slowly rose from Number One's body was enough to shake the hearts of all the top legends from the previous generation. Except for Li Daozai, no one else dared to face it head-on and further anger the undisputed number one legend of the previous generation.
At this moment —
Similarly, with a smile on his face, he uttered these last words in a leisurely manner.
The Legends in the conference room could not help but feel their eyelids twitch, and they realized one thing.
It didn't matter whether today's so-called plot would work or not.
But one thing was certain.
The plan of some of them had at least succeeded in provoking 001's anger.
And angering 001 …
Regardless of the final outcome, the current situation was enough to make people's scalps tingle. Arro, who was standing next to CRO and several of his companions, couldn't help but have a slight change in his expression. There was a hint of uncontrollable fear in the depths of his eyes.
He could go toe-to-toe with Bullet, the number one legend in North America in the previous generation.
But against the number one legend in the world …
He didn't dare to make any more rash moves.
Even Ghost's pupils suddenly shrank at this moment. Even with his cold and surly personality, he couldn't make any further gloomy response or taunt at this time. He just remained silent and continued to stay in the shadow of his corner as if he didn't exist.
J's gaze fell on Number One, the meaning in his eyes flickering slightly and indecipherable.
It was as if he was recalling the graceful style of domination that this man had displayed in the supreme e-sports arena back then, which had caused many God-level experts to tremble in fear.
On the other side, Bullet, who was leaning against the wall, also seemed to recall some of the scenes of that year. His eyes suddenly became a little sharp at this moment, but when he seemed to think of the figure of a certain girl, the sharpness in his eyes gradually subsided, and his drooping eyelids gradually returned to normal.
(Forget it.)
He looked at Number One with a complicated expression and did not say anything. He only sighed in his heart.
Today …
It would be difficult to resolve this peacefully.
Perhaps only CRO and Li Daozai exchanged glances with each other across the conference table.
This person's aura did not diminish in the slightest.
But …
It was a rare display of anger, but at the same time, it revealed another truth.
If you really had a well-thought-out plan, why would you be angry?
Then the real reason for his anger …
This naturally showed that their joint plan this time had indeed poked this person's sore spot.
CRO's low laugh echoed faintly in the conference room.
"It sounds like … you're still very confident about today's event."
"No wonder you're 001."
"You're still able to maintain such a posture at this point."
"Then, I'll wait and see."
Number One also laughed.
"Is that so?"
As he spoke, he took two steps forward, pulled out a sofa in front of the long table, and sat down leisurely, leaning back comfortably on the chair.
"Don't worry, let's wait and see —"
Then, Number Three, Number Five, Number Two, and Number Four also stepped forward and sat on either side of Number One.
Opposite them was Li Daozai and J.
At the other end of the long table were the five European players from the previous generation, led by CRO and J.
They stood facing each other from afar.
As if the three-legged structure had been formed, the atmosphere of gunpowder and smoke slowly spread in front of the long table again.
The only one left standing alone in the corner was Bullet. But at this moment, the unique legend of the previous generation in North America finally looked up, glanced at the people at the conference table in front of him, and then walked away.
Under everyone's gaze.
He walked to the side of the long table near the door, came to Number Three, and looked at him.
"Is it convenient?"
Number Three immediately smiled and enthusiastically pulled out a sofa next to him.
"It's convenient, it's not inconvenient."
"Come on, let's sit together."
Then, without any hesitation, Bullet sat down on the sofa that Number Three pulled out.
He didn't say anything else.
But it seemed extremely natural.
When this scene fell into the eyes of the other legends, they couldn't help but stare at this scene.
Even if … they had already vaguely guessed and expected this, seeing such a scene still made their hearts sink a little.
Because.
Such a move.
In fact, it was an invisible statement, or in other words, he was standing on the side.
Li Daozai's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't say anything, but his face showed a hint of coldness. At the end of the long conference table, CRO looked at Bullet from afar, with a hint of deep light in his eyes.
"That's a little surprising."
"It turns out that even the proud and maverick Bullet has begun to choose a side."
Bullet looked back coldly.
"Whatever choice I make, it's up to me."
"It's not up to you to tell me what to do."
Number Three who was sitting next to him cheered, "Well said!"
Number One also looked at Li Daozai and CRO, and smiled, "I can't be the only one who knows how to join hands, and I can't make some arrangements."
Li Daozai's expression was cold and indifferent.
"Whatever you want."
CRO was silent for a moment, then shook his head with a somewhat regretful look.
"So …
"Is this the arrangement you've made?"
"If that's all, then it's a little disappointing. 001, I had higher expectations of you."
Number One squinted his eyes and smiled.
"Is that so?"
"Thank you for your kindness."
"Like I said, don't worry … Let's take it slow."
The topic seemed to have come to an end for the time being. After the legends of the previous generation took their seats, the atmosphere in the conference room became slightly quiet, and no one took the initiative to speak.
Fortunately, a few minutes later, the silence was broken by the creaking sound of the doorknob of the conference room.
The door was pushed open.
The legends at the conference table looked up.
They saw a group of staff wearing the uniform of the World Telecommunications Association, holding a large pile of documents in their arms, quickly filing in.
The leader was …
An old man.
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