This is tantamount to a disguised break away from the control of the United States and a complete severing of ties with them.
Rumba's crazy actions just now have completely chilled everyone's hearts.
This allowed them to see Rumba's hypocritical and ugly face even more clearly.
The old weasel was grinning from ear to ear.
Because Dongfang Sheng had made a promise to them when they came.
The more skilled people they recruit during this trip to Taiwan, the higher their commission will be.
"Please be quiet!"
The old weasel cleared its throat, and after everyone had quieted down, it suddenly asked a strange question.
"Now I'm going to ask you a question. Only those who answer correctly are eligible to come and fill out the registration form."
"If you answer incorrectly, you won't have another chance."
All the martial artists present pricked up their ears and listened attentively.
This is a major event in their lives, and they are afraid of missing any details.
Do I look like a human, or like an immortal?
puff!
Nearby, Fatty Situ and Xiahou Ba nearly vomited.
The two lowered their voices and said angrily.
"I think this old weasel is so desperate for immortality that it's gone mad."
"After I return, I will definitely suggest to the young master that he be removed from his position as elder."
"Water that is too clear has no fish, and a weasel that is too shameless is invincible."
"The invincible are fearless!"
Having spent a long time by Dongfang Sheng's side, Xiahou Ba occasionally started to use a few literary phrases when he spoke.
However, the many martial artists who were unaware of the truth were oblivious to all of this; they were only thinking about making the old weasel happy.
The first to speak was a round-faced martial artist on the scene. His cultivation level was not high, only at the peak of the acquired realm, but he had cultivated his sycophantic skills quite well, with a fawning smile on his face.
"In response to your question, I think you are like an immortal. You have such an otherworldly air about you, you are obviously not an ordinary person."
"If I am fortunate enough to enter the Blood Mist Gate, I would like to serve you faithfully and at your beck and call."
The old weasel, who had been flattered, felt incredibly pleased and waved his hand dismissively.
"Alright, you've been admitted exceptionally and will directly become an outer disciple of my Blood Mist Sect."
Then, he turned around and spoke to Fatty Situ and Xiahou Ba in a condescending manner.
"What are you two standing there for?"
"Hurry up and process his onboarding."
Holy crap!
You old weasel, how dare you talk like that?
Xiahou Baqi was furious. He had a fiery temper and was about to fight the other party.
Fatty Situ, who was standing nearby, pulled Xiahou Ba back.
"Forget it, just consider it as being bitten by an idiot. You're not really going to bite back, are you?"
"Besides, the sect leader is watching from the platform."
Even if the two of them joined forces, they still couldn't defeat this old weasel.
There's no other way but to endure it for now and let this old man show off for a while.
Seeing that the two obediently listened to him, the old weasel became even more smug, its tail practically wagging in the air.
Finally, I don't have to be a watchdog anymore. I should cherish these sunny and carefree days.
The old man walked around with his hands behind his back, like a corrupt township official conducting research in the countryside, occasionally directing Xiahou Ba and Fatty Situ to do this or that.
They were so angry their noses almost crooked.
No matter what, they were the ones who followed Ye Feng first, so according to seniority, it's not this old guy's turn to be so arrogant.
well!
The two lamented to themselves, realizing they were outmatched in skill; what could they do?
Ye Feng was utterly speechless.
If it weren't for the old weasel's grand plan for the Blood Mist Sect's development, he would have loved to slap the old guy to death.
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