"Ono, that idiot!" said a man of about forty years old wearing a black turban with sparkling eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Alright, Okita-kun. The voice of the speaker was very calm, and it seemed to be in a good temper, but as soon as this one spoke, he shut up the angry Okita, and it seemed that the one who spoke should not be a good person. This person was none other than Kamikawa's master, and I saw him sitting upright on the futon, hiding his hands in his sleeves, his eyelids drooping slightly, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly, "Now is not the time to discuss how stupid Ono is, the key now is how we deal with this incident." ”

"Deal with it, deal with what?! Those guys in the ninth department actually dare to detain our Shennin for no reason, they are such a serious violation of the rules, we should immediately lodge a solemn protest to them, they must immediately, immediately release the person, and apologize, and compensate us for our losses!" The person who spoke was dressed as a standard ninja, and had an extremely ordinary public face that would never be found in the crowd, but when he mentioned the damages, the greed in his eyes couldn't help but rise with disgust.

"Compensation?!" Okita pulled out a mocking smile at the public's face, and opened his mouth without giving face, "Yamada-kun, you are still as greedy as ever, you want compensation, hmph, if you have the courage to open your mouth to that old fox Xue in the ninth place, you can go! If you don't have the guts, you won't talk nonsense here!"

"Okita, you ......" A trace of embarrassment flashed on Yamada's face, but soon this embarrassment turned into shame and anger, and his face turned gloomy, "I don't have the guts, you have the courage to say it!"

"I said, it's not me who said he wanted compensation!" Okita bared his teeth at Yamada, "This person must be self-aware, and if he doesn't have that ability, he won't have such a big dream!"

"Yaga!" Yamada jumped up in anger, and his hand subconsciously touched his waist.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!" Okita was not to be outdone, his fingertips gently touched the ground, and the muscles on his back tightened, like a cheetah about to pounce on predators.

"Duh!" a black kunai pierced between Okita and Yamada with a sharp sound that broke through the air, directly interrupting the momentum of the two of them.

"That's enough! Now is not the time to settle your personal grievances! If you do this again, then don't blame me for being rude!" Kamikawa's master raised his eyelids, and unlike his peaceful expression, his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

"That's right, that's right, the most important thing now is for Ono to discuss Ono's problem. "This one is playing a round.

"That's right, anyway, Ono is the god ninja of my Big J Empire, and the ninth place has no right to detain it. ”

If Division 9 insists on violating the rules, then we will appeal to the arbitral tribunal. ”

"Okay, since everyone agrees, then, let's officially protest to the Ninth Division in the name of everyone!" A hint of satisfaction flashed in Shangchuan's master's eyes, no matter what, at least his initial goal was achieved.

It's really an old fox! The people present are all human spirits, and they can't see this person's intentions, but everyone also understands that they must not let Ono be detained by the Ninth Division, so even if they know that this person is doing self-interest in the name of everyone, everyone has to turn a blind eye and grit their teeth to admit it.

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Country Z, Division 9, Office.

"Hehe~" picked up the freshly baked fax on the desktop, and the director of the ninth department, that is, Xue Fox, who was in the mouth of those J country gods, pulled out a smiling expression. Then he rubbed the fax with his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the fax drew a graceful parabola in the air and fell into the garbage basket.

"Director, isn't it okay for you to do this?" The young man who was the assistant to Director Xue looked worried, and asked in a hesitant whisper.

"What's not good? Director Xue said with a nonchalant expression.

"But this is a collective protest document of several gods in country J...... "The little assistant's voice is getting smaller and smaller, and he doesn't look very confident, in fact, he really wants to cry at this time, no wonder his first predecessor can't do it for long, it's not that they don't work hard, it's not that they lack ability, and their head is too capricious!

The little assistant understands very well, although this Director Xue looks like he is in his forties, in fact, this one is about the same age as his grandfather, when he thinks of this, the little assistant has a feeling of being bloodied, hey, these cultivators really can't live with common sense! Not only this face, but also the way these people behave, the way they do things, all make him just normal, no, it should be said that he is an ordinary person, he is under a lot of pressure.

I said that you, Director Xue, will also have a handful of them next year (don't look at your face, just look at your age), but you can't do something to make their little assistants who are ordinary people worry a little less?! This is okay in front of outsiders, and it looks quite serious. But this is not the case at all in front of this familiar person. This talk likes to turn nine bends and eighteen turns for people to guess, if there is nothing to do, I like to jump in the whole "pit" for them, he is just watching the excitement on the top, and this foreign-related incident can't be a snack? !

Forgetting the protest fax note sent by the gods of country J who was lying quietly in the garbage basket, the little assistant felt a sense of powerlessness, you just don't deal with it, is it really good to just throw it away? Aren't you afraid of causing a serious incident because of this?

"Little Lizi, take it easy! It's not as serious as you think. A hint of banter flashed in Director Xue's eyes, and he reached out and patted the little assistant on the shoulder gently, and said nonchalantly. "Don't call me Xiao Lizi!" The little assistant couldn't help but habitually protest, "My name is Li Yingjie, Director, you can even call me by name and surname, or call Xiao Li, just don't call me this title that will make people misunderstand, okay?"

"Li Yingjie, Xiao Li?" Director Xue put on a serious expression and called out twice, and then changed his words again, "Xiao Lizi! This name is more cordial and smoother." ”