Today, Chen Zhao went to pick Fali up from work.
At a turn, Fali saw a man in black standing on the side of the road.
However, as Chen Zhao drove past, Fali couldn't see the man clearly.
At the next intersection, Fali saw the man in black pass by the car window again.
"Chen, is someone in the same industry looking for you?" Fali asked.
If Fali could see it, Chen Zhao could see it too.
At the third intersection, Chen Zhao stopped the car.
Chen Zhao rolled down the window and looked at the man standing on the side of the road.
"You're looking for me?" Chen Zhao asked.
The man stepped forward. "I heard that you're one of the candidates for this year's World Supernatural Competition? You're in charge of the American region's selection? "
Chen Zhao didn't know how this news had spread.
Anyway, Chen Zhao hadn't spread this news of his own accord.
It was probably Zhang Tianyi or the organizers who spread the news.
Chen Zhao nodded. "If you want to participate, come find me tomorrow."
With that, Chen Zhao rolled up the window.
However, the window seemed to be stuck by something.
Chen Zhao looked up at the man in black, dissatisfied.
"You should maintain your respect for me," Chen Zhao said, annoyed.
"You also have to maintain your respect for me," the man said in the same tone.
Chen Zhao looked up. "I hate people like you who have no ability but still act high and mighty."
"I'll say the same thing back to you," the man replied.
Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes. "Good. Then, you're eliminated."
"You …"
Bang!
Without any warning, the man left his spot and crashed into the wall behind him.
After a few minutes, the man finally climbed up, his face full of anger.
"You * sshole! Don't think this is over! "The man looked at the surrounding people and roared," What are you looking at? Do you want to die? "
The man in black cursed and left.
…
In a bar, the man in black walked in.
There were a few other people in the bar, forming a table.
Apart from this table, there were no other customers.
There were no waiters either. Only the bearded boss was leaning against the counter.
Just then, the boss looked at the man at the door. "Simmons, how is it? Did you find the candidate? "
The man in black named Simmons looked like a jinx.
Ignoring the bearded boss's question, he went straight to the table.
"Simmons, it looks like your selection didn't go very smoothly."
"That damned selector. I can't even communicate with him. He's just a bastard." Simmons growled, "I really don't understand why the Big Six would give the right to select America to that guy. The right to select should belong to us, South America, and not the people of this land. This place is filled with a bunch of incompetent guys. Could it be that the Big Six is looking for a bunch of useless people to liven up the atmosphere of the competition?"
"Hey hey … before you say that, you better not say it in front of me," the bearded boss said unhappily.
"Haha …" At this moment, a skinny little old man chuckled. "Kendill, Simmons wasn't talking about you. Your name is also very famous in the South American spiritual world. No one would think that you're the trash that Simmons mentioned."
The boss of the bar, Kendill, looked at Simmons. The skinny little old man pushed Simmons. "Simmons, apologize to our dear Kendill."
Simmons was a little unhappy, but he still managed to say, "Sorry, Kendill. I wasn't talking about you."
The skinny little old man was very satisfied with the result of his mediation.
"Simmons, tell us the situation."
"Haha … With Simmons's temper, he must have had a conflict with the selector, and he was most likely defeated," another companion, an abnormally hairy man, said.
"I wasn't defeated, Seth. Do you want to start a war with me?" Simmons stared at Seth with a dark expression.
"Alright, alright, Simmons. Your attitude makes it seem like you're going to offend everyone." The skinny little old man waved his hand.
"I was ambushed by that guy. After he succeeded, he said that I was eliminated. I won't let him go! Definitely not. "
The few of them exchanged glances. They guessed that things were definitely not as simple as Simmons said.
Based on Simmons's temper, he would definitely offend the selector if he interacted with the selector.
"Simmons, calm down. I don't think the Great Six will casually hand over the selection of an entire continent to a nameless person."
"That's the truth. That guy isn't famous at all, and he's a despicable guy."
"Fame doesn't mean anything," the skinny little old man said.
"Old man, do you have to go against me?"
"I'm just stating the facts." The skinny little old man chuckled. "Don't be so angry."
"I don't care what your plans are. Anyway, I'll go find him again. This time, I won't be so polite," Simmons said.
At that moment, a gloomy woman who had been sitting at the corner of the table said, "I think you want to become a selector yourself."
At that moment, the few people sitting at the table had different expressions.
They all looked at Simmons. Simmons did not hide his intentions at all.
"So what if I am? Are you going to stop me?"
The skinny little old man laughed dryly. "Hehe … Simmons, you have to remember that the selectors in the past were also the judges of the competition. There has never been a weakling in any of the selectors and judges."
"Except for this one," Simmons said with certainty.
"Are you that sure?"
Simmons picked up the glass and downed the entire glass of beer.
"I'm confident in my abilities. If any of you doubt me, I'll be happy to show you my abilities."
Although the others were a little unconvinced, they did not show it on the spot.
Simmons was indeed very powerful.
In South America, Simmons was very famous.
If he did not have enough abilities, he would have been beaten to death with his bad temper.
However, they might not be afraid of Simmons.
It was just that they were just there to watch the show.
There was an unwritten rule in the World Supernatural Competition.
If the selector was defeated, then the challenger could replace him.
This had only happened once, and that was during the first World Supernatural Competition.
From then on, the selectors and judges would be powerful enough to be recognized by the world.
However, there had never been a selector from the American region in the past. If the spiritualists from the American region wanted to participate, they had to go to other continents to find selectors from other continents.
However, it was different this time. They all felt that the selectors from the American region were just there to make up the numbers.
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