It was a good thing to have a fighting spirit.
However, the opponent was too strong.
Therefore, this fighting spirit that had gathered would most likely become a sharp sword that would hurt the opponent.
Kita Yoshida was still hesitating because she had considered the potential risks.
In the common knowledge of psychic ability users, the strength of one's aura wasn't the only factor that determined the outcome of a battle.
In a battle, as long as one made good use of the number of people, experience, environment, ability types, and cooperation, it wouldn't be hard for the weak to defeat the strong.
If the association members were scared before the battle started, Kita Yoshida wouldn't be able to gather everyone to forcefully face the man who had defeated President Nitro.
It was because the association members' fighting spirit was very high that Kita Yoshida was stuck in the situation of choosing between [Left] and [Right].
In such a situation, even Melouheim's advice wasn't able to tilt the scales. The only person present who could influence the scales' choice was Lin Nie.
However, Lin Nie was thinking about something at this time and didn't express his opinion from beginning to end.
Perhaps, in the depths of her subconscious, she hoped to take revenge for Nitro.
The bean-faced man's silent departure didn't affect the atmosphere in the room.
After coming to the corridor, the bean-faced man hurriedly dialed King's number, incessantly nagging King to pick up the call.
Given King's style in the past, the bean-faced man was still very anxious. If the timing was delayed, the situation might lead to the worst outcome.
Perhaps it was the effect of his nagging, but this time, the call was picked up in less than ten seconds, even though he would have to call several times in a row before it could be picked up.
"King, something has happened!"
After the call connected, the bean-faced man said anxiously.
"Speak."
On the other end of the call, King was already mentally prepared.
Ever since the boundary between the six continents and the Darkness Continent had been broken, every time King received a call from the bean-faced man, it wouldn't be good news.
"Jag... is here again!"
"What?"
Gold's expression changed slightly. Various imagined tragic consequences flashed through his mind. At the same time, he pondered Jag's motive for returning.
In just a few seconds, King already had a foresight, including the actions that the Association might take in the future, as well as the bean-faced man's motive for calling him. Everything was within his calculations.
"Got it. I'll call Kita Yoshida now."
Then, King hung up the phone.
In the corridor of the association building, the communication was suddenly cut off. The bean-faced man couldn't help but be stunned.
He lowered his head and looked at the phone that kept ringing. He thought to himself, I haven't said anything yet!!!
Perhaps this was the scary part of a veteran hunter.
The bean-faced man hurriedly put away his phone and walked back into the room as if nothing had happened. It was as if he had just gone to the toilet.
Back in the room, the atmosphere was obviously different.
Even though the bean-faced man didn't have psychokinesis, he could still feel the fighting spirit of the Association members. Compared to before, it was as if a volcano was about to erupt.
"In this kind of atmosphere, even Kita Yoshida's judgment might be affected, right? If Mo Laowu and the others were here, they would probably object... "
The bean-faced man was worried, but he couldn't change anything. He could only hope that Yu Jin could affect Kita Yoshida.
Inside the room, gazes filled with fighting spirit intertwined in the air. The flames of revenge burned in everyone's hearts.
The confidence that gave them the ability to fight Jag came mostly from the coordination of their psychokinesis.
The junior triumphed over the senior. This was a belief that psychokinesis users had to maintain.
Kita Yoshida looked at the expressions of the Association members. Tian Hou was quietly leaning towards the choice of fighting Jag.
Just as she was about to give the order, a phone suddenly rang.
The sound came from Kita Yoshida.
Everyone's gazes couldn't help but look down at Kita Yoshida's pocket.
Kita Yoshida was stunned and quickly took out her phone.
In this kind of situation, she would usually set her phone to reject calls, except for a few numbers.
These numbers included Luo Hejin's.
Kita Yoshida looked at the number displayed on her phone and accepted the call without hesitation.
"Yo, are you in a meeting?"
Jin's voice came from the phone.
His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present used [Qi] to enhance their hearing, so they could just barely hear him.
"Yes, it's rare for you to take the initiative to call me."
Kita Yoshida glanced at the bean-faced man from the corner of her eyes.
This discussion could be considered an impromptu meeting. There was obviously a reason why Jin could say the key words. Kita Yoshida could only think of the bean-faced man who had just left.
"I see that you're quite busy, so I'll just say it. Run, you guys."
"Run? If we run, what will happen to the people of Kakazi City? "
Kita Yoshida's eyes instantly sharpened, and one of the reasons for her hesitation was the safety of Kakazi City.
Jin was silent for a while and calmly said: "You're sitting in this position now, so you should know how to make a choice. Although it's cruel to say it, compared to the survival of Kakazi City, the strength of the association is more important. It will be an important spark to solve the disaster."
"…"
Kita Yoshida frowned.
Beside her, the other association members had different expressions.
Melouheim had already taken Mai Mai away from this troublesome place. In his opinion, Mai Mai's safety was more important than anything else.
As for Lin Nie, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Kita Yoshida's phone.
There was silence for about a few seconds, and then Kita Yoshida retorted: "With Sambika's ability, we won't necessarily lose. As long as we win, not only can we avenge President Nitro, but we can also save Kakazi City."
"Sambika … Her ability can indeed be used as a trump card, but do you think you're Law? Can you meet the prerequisite of Sambika's ability? Even if you think you can do it, then, how sure are you? "
Jin's words were like a knife piercing her heart.
Kita Yoshida was suddenly speechless.
"That's why you should retreat for now. We'll meet up with you guys as soon as possible, and then we'll work together to deal with Jag." King softened his tone after his forceful questioning, giving Qi an excuse.
Kita Yoshida couldn't help but be moved, and the other association members were also the same.
As long as Jin's support was there, it would certainly increase their chances of winning against Jag.
"In addition, the person who beat up the enemy will also follow us, and … a person whose strength is not inferior to Law's."
Jin added fuel to the fire, and that sentence of strength not inferior to Law instantly defeated Kita Yoshida's fragile persistence.
"Okay."
Kita Yoshida compromised.
Not far away, the bean-faced man saw this and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Kita Yoshida hung up the phone, looked up at everyone, took a deep breath, and said: "You all heard it, right?"
"Yes."
Everyone nodded.
"Then … Prepare to retreat."
Kita Yoshida said this with difficulty.
Retreating was tantamount to abandoning Kakazi City.
Just then, a white carrier pigeon flew in from the open window.
"It's Crook's pigeon."
Kita Yoshida recognized the carrier pigeon at a glance, raised her hand, let the carrier pigeon land, and then took out the note on the carrier pigeon's ankle.
When she opened the note, Kita Yoshida's face changed.
In the city, there were a large number of infected people with the manifestation of desire …
At the same time.
Jag stood on the roof of a building, looking down indifferently at the doomsday chaos below, and said to himself: "Don't you plan to stop it?"
If the Hunters' Association didn't appear, in less than two hours, the entire Kakazi City would become a paradise for the manifestation of desire.
"This is not the style of the Hunters' Association."
Jag sneered, and suddenly looked up at a white pigeon in the distance.
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