In the Star Alliance.
In the President's conference room.
The generals and high-ranking officials who could decide the future of the Star Alliance gathered together again.
"Gentlemen, we are faced with a choice. The people already know about the Heavenly Demons. Back then, we chose to hide it in order to eliminate fear. Now, we must choose to make it public in order to eliminate fear!"
The President's voice was low.
"Apart from that, the two wormholes that happened recently must be resolved as soon as possible … The Tang Family in the Martialist Association doesn't seem to support this."
Another general spoke up.
"They want me to sign an amnesty and swear that I will never investigate them. They are threatening us with the lives of hundreds of thousands of civilians. We must not compromise!"
A hint of anger flashed across the President's face. "The Martialist Association cannot have its own will. It must obey the Star Alliance!"
"But … we urgently need martialists," another official said.
It was unknown how much money he had received from the Tang family. "If there are a large number of casualties among the people, it will cause your support rate to drop."
"This …"
The President hesitated.
At this moment, a secretary rushed over and whispered something in the President's ear. The President's expression instantly changed. "Everyone, I have good news. Our world champion, Mr. Hua Wu, has already destroyed two wormholes by himself. There are very few casualties among the civilians."
"Martialists are really a group of magical people."
A general could not help but sigh. "Thanks to him, we don't have to sacrifice our best lads."
If there were no martialists, they could only rely on special forces to enter the Spiritual Realm. The key was that there would be heavy casualties and they might not even win!
"Since that's the case, I will sign an investigation order on the Tang Family faction."
The President glanced at the official who had just spoken and said proudly.
"Also … I propose to further restrict the martialists."
Another official raised his hand. "After the appearance of super soldiers, we don't really need martialists anymore … Furthermore, their combat power is somewhat extraordinary … I request to display the latest information."
Two god-like figures instantly appeared on the big screen. This was the video of the finals between Hua Wu and Tang Long.
Apart from that, there was also a blurry communication that seemed to have just been sent from the battlefield. The image was not very clear.
However, in the dispersing fog, the figure that wantonly slaughtered the Horned Demons as easily as a child stepping on ants still made everyone's scalp go numb.
"Hua Wu is really a powerful person."
The president could not help but sigh.
"Not only that, we've just asked the think tank to analyze the case of Tang Long's mutation. From the pieces of flesh and blood at the scene, they didn't detect any contamination … In addition, the voice and language experts and the camera experts also think that there's something wrong with the television broadcast … The psychologist thinks that the demon that possessed Mr. Tang Long was too deliberate …"
After all, this was the brain of the Star Alliance. There were too many outstanding people gathered here, and they could always find clues from some clues.
"Let the Special Affairs Department investigate. It seems that our Mr. Hua Wu also has a lot of secrets."
The president thought for a moment and gave the order.
In the blink of an eye, the hero who was cheered for was about to fall into a tragic fate, but no one present had any change in expression.
It was the instinct of those in power to burn the bridge after crossing the river, not to mention that the other party did indeed have the military strength to threaten their rule.
Moreover, although martial artists were hard to come by, the population was still there. As long as the trend of martial arts was not extinguished, and the inheritance of secret techniques was still there, there would be more martial artists appearing after a period of time. Their value was no different from that of a soldier king. Although it sounded nice, it was actually a consumable!
…
At night.
Roger, a close friend of the President and the leader of the Star Alliance Financial Group, was signing a document in his office.
"Good evening, Mr. Roger."
Chung Shen-soo directly opened the door and walked in front of him.
"Hua Wu?!"
Roger leaned back, his right hand holding the handle of the chair, and he fumbled for the emergency button below.
In the end, there was nothing.
"Impossible, are those security personnel all dead? Who set this up? "Roger shouted in disbelief.
There should be a button here. Once it was activated, he would immediately fall into a secret passage and obtain protection. Even a bomb would not be able to explode.
"Is what you see the real world, or is it a dream?"
Chung Shen-soo casually sat down and landed on a sofa embroidered with a scarlet phoenix. He casually picked up a cup of hot tea. "This is your dream, but your injuries might not necessarily not be brought into reality …"
"This kind of ability is not something that a human should have. You are the real Heavenly Demon, the Heart Demon?" Roger's eyeballs rolled wildly.
"Haha, I like your humor, but it's not …" Chung Shen-soo shook his head and said sincerely, "Although I have framed others, committed murder and arson, and committed all kinds of crimes, I am still a good person! At least I went to fight against the Heavenly Demon! "
"This cold joke is not funny at all!"
Roger curled his lips.
"Then … let's get down to business. Let's make a deal … I want to become the president of the Martialist Association, the kind with real power …" Chung Shen-soo took a sip of hot tea.
"That's impossible. You don't know how complicated the process is. Even the president can't do it … "Roger rejected instinctively. Then, he was interrupted by Chung Shen-soo." You don't have the right to reject. "
"Or … after you reject, I will kill you?"
"I know the president can't do it, but you can! The Tang family is not the only big one in the Martialist Association! "
This was a direct threat from Chung Shen-soo.
Moreover, it was very likely to happen!
"This … this is my dream. I will not die. Death is equivalent to waking up." Roger's lips moved, as if he wanted to test something.
"You can try."
Chung Shen-soo pinched the air with his right thumb and index finger.
Roger screamed. He found that there was a bright red fingerprint on his left arm.
"Ah!"
He screamed and woke up on the luxurious velvet bed.
"So it's a nightmare."
Roger muttered to himself and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
"What's the difference between reality and illusion?"
At this moment, a figure that looked like a White Bone Demon God 'passed through' from the other side of the wall, as if it had the ability to pass through walls. It was Zhong Shenxiu's White Bone Yaksha Yin Spirit!
This kind of Yin Spirit was unpredictable. It was not afraid of any physical blockage. It was always successful in killing people stealthily.
Roger's pupils shrank. He looked at his left arm. The bloody fingerprint was clearly visible.
"Could it be … that the injury in the dream will also come to reality?
"Why, why isn't the security here yet? Is this another dream?"
Roger felt that he was going crazy.
Even if he had ten percent of the entire GAL and could even influence the presidential election with the cooperation of a few friends, he was still nothing in the face of such a real threat to his life.
The White Bone Yaksha that Chung Shen-soo had transformed into laughed strangely. "Tonight … I will be visiting many friends … Please give me a reply as soon as possible."
After saying that, the White Bone Yaksha drilled into the wall and disappeared.
It was only then that the people outside seemed to have realized that something was wrong in the room. A few bodyguards rushed in.
Looking at this scene, Rogge suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
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