The silver skull's hands were not particularly long, but the skin was smooth and well-maintained.

It possesses immense power.

Fang Zong was stunned for a moment, then reached out and grasped it, and then covered it with his other hand.

Aunt Shangguan was very pleased with Fang Zong's politeness and said with a smile, "You can call if you need anything."

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand, placed a card on the table, and before leaving, he suddenly turned back and smiled, "May 7th is the date of your pre-ranking test. Xiao Zong, remember to hold back a little. The pre-ranking test has little to do with the Leopard Ranking."

Fang Zong nodded and handed over his team's card.

As soon as the people left, Steel Bear's eyes widened, and he grinned broadly, clutching the card left by Aunt Shangguan.

"You're rich now! Fang Zong, you're rich now!"

Steel Bear roared as he picked up the card, snapped a photo with his other hand as if taking a picture of an ID card, and grinned from ear to ear: "This is the Killing Wind Squad's business card, their contact information! You've gained their friendship; you can call them for help anytime!"

Envious, his large eyes trembled: "Iron Skull is ranked forty-third on the Tiger Ranking, a newly promoted 'Spell' level expert; Silver Skull is even more powerful, a veteran! Three months ago, he killed a Spell level expert from the Norse Golden God, and he himself only spent two and a half months recovering from his injuries!"

"That's amazing?" Fang Zong was a little stunned.

He could vaguely sense the other party's power and thought it was just the peak of the method level, but he never expected it to be the technique level.

He had always thought that only a few old monsters could reach the level of magic!

Steel Bear said, "There were actually quite a few older generation magic-level practitioners, but they're either dead or crippled, and some have gone into seclusion, so there aren't many left. Think about it, the Eastern Kingdom has over a billion people, and the number of magic-level practitioners isn't even in the hundreds. If you get the friendship of two magic-level practitioners, wouldn't you be able to do whatever you want?"

"I'm not a crab."

Fang Zong rolled his eyes, then took the card and happily stuffed it into his pocket.

He's not a crab, and that doesn't stop others from wanting to be one.

With this, let's see who dares to walk sideways in front of me!

Fang Zong looked at Gang Xiong, chuckled, and asked, "Dude, I heard you were born in the Year of the Crab?"

"..."

May 7, 2019.

The sun is shining brightly!

For once, the smog in Beijing dissipated for a while. Fang Zong, Li Xiaoran, Xue Nuo, and a bronze-skinned bear-man walked out of the hotel, where a car was waiting to pick them up.

Luxury cars, and special drivers of captain rank.

After passing through the bustling traffic and entering the heart of the capital, and going through eighteen checkpoints, we finally stopped in front of a spacious and grand auditorium.

The hall was simply decorated, not lavishly, but it exuded a grand and imposing atmosphere. Dozens of people were already waiting inside, scattered around the many windows of the hall, chatting and laughing.

Fang Zong and the others also found a window.

Then soon, someone brought out fine wine, delicious food, and many other things to amuse them, even notebooks.

"A lamp, a window, a glass of red wine, a table of delicious food, and a group of friends." Fang Zong felt that the hall had shielded him from all the noise and restlessness, and he felt quite at ease with such high-level treatment.

"How much tax will we have to pay?" Fang Zong asked.

Li Xiaoran's eyes flashed; he hadn't heard of this before. Xue Nuo had nothing to say, but Gang Xiong, who was knowledgeable about military generals, chuckled and said, "Apart from the salary, on average, the country spends several million a year on a general's food, drink, entertainment, cleaning up messes, logistics, and family. For those of similar rank, it's not uncommon for cleaning up messes to cost tens of millions."

Fang Zong glared: "Why?"

"Of course it's all about risking your life!" Steel Bear scoffed. "I know what you mean, it's all about risking your life. How much does it cost the country to support a special forces soldier? But don't forget, to put it bluntly, we're soldiers too, always on standby, ready to fight to the death. If we're gone one day, we just want to have a clear conscience!"

"I'm not that noble."

Fang Zong shrugged, took a sip of red wine, spat it out, and switched to a cocktail.

The hall was large, and although it was empty inside, there were people by every window, in groups of three or five.

Fang Zong calculated that there were more than three hundred people.

"Hiss..." Fang Zong gasped, suddenly realizing that the world was actually quite bizarre and wonderful.

If you think about it carefully, there were four of them from the Shancheng branch, but there should actually be five. And Shancheng is just a small fourth-tier city. There are countless cities in the Eastern Kingdom. How many military officers of various ranks must there be?

These 300-plus people were only booked for May 7th, and only for a specific time slot, a two-hour appointment.

Not long after, people came out of the curtained passageway behind.

He wasn't a particularly impressive person; he was in logistics, but he was efficient. He simply laid out a bunch of things that looked like flashlights and then politely gestured for everyone to move forward.

"Today is the pre-ranking test, which is to test everyone's rough potential value changes over the year. Please line up according to the list, in groups of four, and sit at the front next to each other."

The speaker was a young man with short hair who looked particularly energetic.

He was just an ordinary person, yet he remained neither arrogant nor humble in the face of more than three hundred military officers, and his demeanor was impeccable.

The military officers also followed the rules, lining up according to the projected sequence. Fang Zong saw that Li Xiaoran, Xue Nuo, and Gang Xiong were all ahead of him, while his own name was near the very end.

Soon, four people sat down at the front, and there were four chairs. As soon as they sat down, the chairs immediately rose ten meters.

The hall is 20 meters high, which means that the distance between the top and bottom is 10 meters.

Fang Zong then noticed that there were helmet-like objects and a 'flashlight' on the armrests of the chairs. The four people being tested put on the helmets, grabbed the flashlights, and then beams of light shot out.

A man's penis is upturned;

A woman's ejaculation is downwards.

"What's this for?" Fang Zong asked the person in front of him.

In front of her was a petite and delicate girl, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. Upon hearing this, she immediately lowered her head, her face turning red to the roots of her ears.

How strange.

Fang Zong was puzzled and turned around, wanting to ask the person behind him in line.

As soon as he turned around, he was met with a pair of cold eyes. Fang Zong was stunned, then pursed his lips and turned back without saying a word.

Behind him was a woman, like a flower on a mountain peak, unattainable, yet also like a clear breeze and bright moon, seemingly separated by clouds.

Her outstanding demeanor made others feel inferior at first glance.

but……

Neither is poisonous; the most poisonous thing is a tranquil mind!

How could this be? It's Mu Xianxin! It really is Mu Xianxin! The female hooligan I've seen before! The branch chief of Fengyang City!

Fang Zong sighed inwardly:

Women are so changeable.

Yesterday she was just a player, today she's a saint.

No wonder Youmingfeng died at her hands...

"Smack!"

Just then, I heard a cracking sound coming from ahead.

Fang Zong looked ahead and found that the test had been completed quickly, and Li Xiaoran, who was ranked high, had already finished the test.

At that moment, Li Xiaoran's delicate body radiated cold energy as she crushed the helmet.