While Mandela was scratching his head at the "business occupying the road" in front of him, Fang Zheng, Bai Yasha and Ren met the latest leader of the "Salamander" community, Sandra, in the audience room of the "Salamander" community.

"Mr. Fang Zheng, it is truly an honor that Tiandao Palace is willing to accept our invitation this time."

The girl sitting on the luxurious throne was not very old, but her attitude was still very formal, while Fang Zheng waved his hand.

"Nothing. We are very happy to receive your invitation. Well... for our Tiandao Palace, it is a very good choice to open up the North District."

"Mr. Fang Zheng, I'm glad you have this idea."

Sandra, who was wearing gorgeous clothes, also breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to say something else when suddenly the door opened and Mandela strode in. He glanced coldly at everyone in the audience room and then locked his eyes on Fang Zheng.

"Are you the leader of Tiandao Palace?"

"That's right."

Hearing the other party's question, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Mandela, I want to ask you, what the hell is going on in your Tiandao Palace?"

"oh?"

Hearing this, Bai Yasha looked at Fang Zheng curiously.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything."

Fang Zheng shrugged.

"I just put up a gashapon machine to liven up the festival atmosphere. What's the problem?"

"Gachapon machine...what is that? Forget it, Mandela, it's not a big deal."

"They've ruined the atmosphere of the festival, and now the whole festival has become a mess!"

At this point, Mandela was furious. Because of the "illegal occupation of the road" street, plus the fact that they were selling very cheap gift equipment, it attracted a lot of people to watch and buy. This also led to a significant decrease in the flow of customers in other places. As a result, the Fire Dragon Birth Festival carefully prepared by "Salamandra" almost turned into a special discount sale at Tiandao Palace!

"It's none of my business."

Fang Zheng shrugged.

"I said before that we should take that thing to the center of the festival to make it more lively, but you said it was too big, so you put it in the corner. Are you going to cause trouble for me?"

"you……"

"Is that true? Master Mandela?"

Hearing this, Sandra, who was sitting on the throne, also looked at Mandela, who nodded with a gloomy expression.

"That's right. After all, this is the Fire Dragon Birth Festival held by our 'Salamander'. How can we just let the East District Community enter the central display area casually? That's why I decided to put that thing aside."

Having said this, Mandela glared at Fang Zheng fiercely.

"But I didn't expect these guys from the East District to be so despicable that they actually sent people to disrupt our festival..."

"I advise you to be careful with your words, idiot."

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and stared at Mandela coldly.

"Don't put the blame on others without evidence. Do you have evidence to prove that we deliberately sent people to cause trouble? Retarded?"

"Isn't it? Otherwise, why would you create so many gift items?"

"Because we are rich and willful, is it your business?"

Fang Zheng put his hands in his pockets and laughed. When Mandela heard Fang Zheng's answer, veins popped out on his forehead.

“You bastard…!!”

"Brother Mandela!"

Seeing the sinister atmosphere on both sides, Sandra hurriedly stood up to dissuade them.

"Please don't do this. They are our invited guests. It is against our etiquette to show such an attitude!"

"Reputation is more important than etiquette. They are just a new community. Don't think you can be so arrogant just because you defeated the long-ruined 'Perseus'. Sandra, you are already the ruler of the North District. Inviting this downtrodden community that lives in the 'No Name' territory will only damage the dignity of 'Salamander'! I said, it's because you always say that kind of things that people around you look down on you..."

"Well, Mandela, it's about time you stepped down."

Seeing this, Bai Yasha tried to dissuade him, but the latter still refused to give in and glared at Bai Yasha fiercely.

"'Thousand Eyes' is meddling in other people's business! Even though they are both class rulers, they should know how to restrain themselves from overstepping their authority. Even this rumor, could it be that the East District is jealous of the North District and is planning it?"

“Pah pah pah…”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng also clapped his hands with a smile.

"Awesome, awesome, you have such great authority. People who don't know you would think you are the leader of 'Salamander'. I was originally curious why the previous leader of 'Salamander' chose Sandora as his successor. Now that I see you, I understand... Hehe, it's really interesting. Sandora doesn't have so many words, so where do you get so many troubles? In my opinion, why don't you pull Sandora down and become the leader yourself, and then come and talk to us?"

"Brother Mandela, please be more self-controlled!"

At this time, Sandra, who couldn't stand it any longer, also started to reprimand, and Mandela gritted his teeth and then closed his mouth in indignation. Then Bai Yasha sighed and brought the topic back.

"Okay, let's talk about the Demon King's attack... Well, actually I don't know much about it. Because this is the result of one of the Thousand Eyes cadres predicting the future."

"To predict the future?"

"Yes, many of our Thousand Eyes members are recipients of special Mystic Eyes, and among the various observers, there is also a person who can provide 'future intelligence' as a gift. The gift that person gave to this birthday festival is this prophecy of 'the coming of the demon king'."

"I see."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng nodded. It was just future vision, which he had seen many times in the Type-Moon world and was very familiar with.

"And then what?"

“No more.”

"…What do you mean?"

"I don't know either. To put it simply, this is a direct order from the boss. The details of the prophecy are all hidden, and only this clue is provided... As for what the boss is thinking, I don't know either."

"S-Stop joking!"

Hearing this, Mandela roared again with his face flushed.

"Since they knew so much information, they only told us that a demon king would attack. This is simply a scam to deceive us!"

"Brother, brother, please don't be so excited. Master Bai Yasha has a hidden reason for saying this..."

However, just as the scene became chaotic, Fang Zheng sneered.

"In that case, let me give Miss Sandra another gift."

As Fang Zheng spoke, he stretched out his hand. Hearing his words, everyone turned their eyes to Fang Zheng, and then saw a large book appear in Fang Zheng's hand.

"This is……"

"This is the omniscient spirit 'Whispering Banner'. It can also know everything about the past and the future. In simple terms, just ask it and you will get the answer immediately."

Having said that, Fang Zheng smiled slightly and looked at Sandra.

"How is it, Miss Sandra?"

"this……"

"Don't listen to her, Sandra!"

At this moment, Mandela also hurriedly shouted to stop him.

"This guy must be lying!"

“…”

Faced with Fang Zheng's question, Sandra was slightly puzzled for a moment, then looked at Fang Zheng and nodded vigorously.

"Then can I ask you for a favor, Mr. Fang Zheng?"

"No problem, just leave it to me."

Hearing Sandra's answer, Fang Zheng chuckled, then he glanced at Mandela meaningfully, and then opened the proclamation banner.

"So, magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the most handsome man in the world... Oh, there's no need to tell me that, as we all know. So, magic mirror, magic mirror, please tell me the true identity of the demon king who is about to attack this festival and the mastermind behind it!"

Soon, along with Fang Zheng's call, lines of text appeared on the blank pages of the book. After reading the content, Fang Zheng's mouth curled up slightly.

"Ah... I see. I understand. No wonder Thousand Eyes chose not to act rashly. So that's how it is..."

"Mr. Fang Zheng, do you already know the truth behind this?"

"Almost."

Fang Zheng nodded, then glanced at Mandela again.

"Hehe, actually, logically speaking, I should have been fine with not saying anything, but someone's outspokenness really annoyed me, so let's just treat it as revenge, and I'll provide you with this information for free."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng snapped shut the book "Whispering Banner" in his hand and turned his gaze towards Sandra.

"Let me first state the conclusion... The mastermind behind this demon king's attack is among us!"

"What?!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and Fang Zheng looked directly at Mandela.

"Let me get this straight. It's you, Mr. Mandela... Oh, wrong. It should be all the members of 'Salamander' except Sandra!"

"What?!!"

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

"elder brother?!"

At this moment, Sandra looked at Mandela in surprise, while the latter's face turned pale.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Sandra, this is just nonsense...!!"

"You deliberately lured the Demon King to attack the Fire Dragon Birth Festival, just to make Shandora go forward to meet the enemy, and then show your power as the class ruler of the North District in front of everyone in the North District. I understand why 'Thousand Eyes' is unwilling to say more. After all, it was the class ruler of the North District who took the initiative to lure the Demon King. Haha, if this matter gets out, you will have no chance to get along. That's why you dislike Bai Yasha in every way, right? After all, she is known as the strongest class ruler. If Bai Yasha gets rid of the Demon King when he attacks, then your plan will basically be ruined."

“Is…is this true?”

"Of course not! Sandra, don't listen to his nonsense, we didn't..."

“It’s easy to confirm.”

Fang Zheng shrugged.

"Shandora, you are the leader of Salamander. You can ask them one by one. There will definitely be some who can't stand it and tell the truth."

"you……!!"

Hearing this, Mandela stared at Fang Zheng intently, as if he wanted to eat him alive, while Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes.

"What? Are you upset? Actually, it's not hard to understand your thoughts, but it's too much for you to use so many residents who are participating in the festival as bait... You have made up your mind and it doesn't matter how many people want to die, but they come to the festival to have fun, not to be clowns and monkeys for you..."

Having said that, Fang Zheng looked at Sandra.

"So, what are you going to do now, Miss Sandra?"