"Welcome back, Mr. Five. A woman in a black suit rushed forward to returnee number five, bowing deeply.

"Hmm," Return Five nodded, pausing in front of her, "Am I late?"

"You're the sixth," the woman looked down at the papers in her hand, "One, Six, and Nine haven't arrived yet, so please sit down and wait." ”

"I see," said returnee five, slowly unhooking the black cloak that was on the outside and putting it in the crook of his arm, revealing the black slim-fitting trench coat worn inside, "but it's childish to let the rule of wearing only black be. ”

The woman smiled, "This is the chief's request, please don't disobey it." Also, please take off your mask. ”

"If you don't say it, I almost forgot. As he spoke, the man reached out and removed his black mask.

"Whew......" The man handed the mask and cloak around his arms to another woman who stepped forward to receive him, and his voice was clearer than usual as he took off the mask, "I must suggest that the mask be removed at this meeting." ”

"I wish you success in your proposal. The woman looked at Han Qiu's face and bowed slightly.

So Han Qiu turned to look at the towering and sharp building standing in front of him, and walked towards the gate.

"He's coming!" As soon as the guards standing on either side of the door opened the door, Han Qiu heard a shout. As far as the eye could see, there were already five people sitting on either side of the table—two on the left and three on the right, from the idle chief down.

The two on the left, near the chief, sat a child watching around, and below was a young man with a gloomy face and a thin face.

The three on the right, from top to bottom, are a bald head with small eyes, a black man with dreadlocks, thick lips, and sunglasses, and a woman with bright red broken hair.

"Yo, Brother Five, hurry up and sit down!Sorry you haven't figured out your name yet!" the black man beckoned to Han Qiu, who was standing at the door, and his tone of voice was full of ups and downs.

"What a cheerful tone," the gloomy man squinted his eyes unpleasantly, looking at the black man sitting diagonally across from him, "Is this your racial talent?" ”

"Don't say that," said the black man, reaching out and grasping the cane in his hand, pointing at the young man across the table, "I really can't remember his name, Brother Seven!"

"His name is Han Qiu," the squinting bald head put away the rosary in his hand and looked at the black man sitting next to him, and then at the young man sitting opposite, the string of rosaries looked very small in his wide hand, "Mr. Yinchen should not be like him anymore, after all, Koch Turner will never remember the names of us." ”

"How so!" said Koch Turner, putting away his cane and reaching out to pat his bald shoulder, "I remember your name very firmly, Mr. Lang!"

The bald head nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

During their conversation, Han Qiu had already entered the hall and sat between Yin Chen, who was grim-looking and arguing with Koch Turner, and the child.

"Uncle Black, do you remember my name?" Seeing that the black man was talking to the bald head about the name, the children around Han Qiu asked him.

"Uh......" It was clear that the man named Koch Turner didn't remember the child's name, "No, I'm sorry, I'm used to calling you 'Boy-three.'" ”

The child frowned aggrievedly, looked at Han Qiu, who was sitting beside him and closed his eyes, knowing that he couldn't get anything good from him, so he turned his head to look at the red-haired woman who was sitting farther away.

The woman shrugged, "Of course I remember your name is Naoko Aoki, but I don't understand why you're a girl's name." ”

"Didn't I already tell Sister Herta!" the child complained to the red-haired woman, "Because my father was careless, I used my sister's name, and my sister used my name Yuo Aoki!"

The red-haired woman smiled and was about to speak, when the door was suddenly slammed open, and a man in a black baseball uniform with a cross scar on his forehead walked in screaming.

"Even Yuu Aoki looks like a girl's name!!"

Immediately behind the man, another man in a suit with a low braid at the back of his head walked in.

Han Qiu counted, and in this way, there was only one person left who had not yet come.

"How many meetings have you had this month?!" shouted a young man in a baseball uniform as soon as he entered the door, and his words were full of recklessness.

"There will be more ...... in the future" Yinchen greeted the man who was following behind the baseball uniform with his eyes half-open.

"Why are you here so late?" said the red-haired woman glared at him as if she was deliberately provocative as she sat down to her right in the baseball uniform.

"Overslept. ”

"Sure enough, whether you're single or not, you'll always be a stupid pig. ”

"Hey Herta, I'm just breaking up with you, are you going to attack me personally?"

The red-haired woman snorted, "I'm just stating the facts, not about you." ”

"The truth is, I'm not a stupid pig. The man brushed aside the woman's taunt with ease, and then chatted with Koch Turner, who was sitting to his right.

The man with braids sat next to Yin Chen, in the last seat.

"Hertha," he said as soon as he sat down, questioning Herta, "why do you always target Bach?"

"Huh?" the woman turned to look at the man again, "What the hell is going on with you?"

"It's none of my business, I'm just more interested, after all, you two shouldn't have anything to do with each other now, but your speech and demeanor seem to be deliberately recalling the state before you broke up," the man with braids was not afraid of the woman's rude words, "I'm curious, can a woman like you with a decisive and tough attitude also dress up like a normal woman?"

"What do you say!" Herta seemed to be enlivened by the man's words, and she slapped the table and stood up, and the table made a "snort" sound, leaving a smoky blackened palm print.

Yin Chen, who was sitting directly opposite Herta, raised his hand to dispel the oncoming heat wave and complained: "Why do you want to anger her when you come......"

In the face of Herta's rage, the man also stood up: "Because it is very interesting to see a woman like her trapped in anger - in fact, I want to see not only her annoyed appearance, but also the way she begs for mercy in agony." ”

As he spoke, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Don't think about those useless things," Herta glared, her body emitting red steam, "I'm going to gouge out your eyeballs." ”

Looking at the tense atmosphere at the end of the seat, the bald head unhurriedly dissuaded the two: "Herta, Wendell, don't quarrel anymore." If the leader appears now, both of you will be punished. ”

"I can't blame me, Mr. Lang," the man explained, wary of the steaming Herta, "I'm just kidding, she showed her abilities in the conference room first." ”

"And, Herta," Wendell said, smiling more maliciously, "are you sure you want to fight me at such a time? ”

"Of course you do!" the red-haired woman clenched her fists, "I'll show you how useless your own abilities are today!"

"Only the illiterate would find my abilities useless. ”

Just as the two were arguing and about to start, the door opened again.

The eight people sitting in the conference room looked at the door at the same time—

"What are you doing?" was the woman's voice, "didn't the chief say that there is no fight between the returnees, especially those in high positions?"

"No, no," Wendell waved his hand, "we're just kidding, you're overthinking." As he spoke, he looked across at Herta, who was still steaming.

Herta looked at the woman standing in the doorway, snorted with her nose, and sat down.

The woman looked at Hertha and Wendell, then at the people sitting in their respective places, and walked straight to the chief who was facing the gate.

"The leader is not coming to the meeting today?" Seeing that the woman was sitting in the chief seat, the man in the baseball uniform asked straight to the point, "If you sit in the leader's seat every time, then what is your place still for?" With that, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the vacant spot to the left of Naoko Aoki and opposite Lang Sexu.

"The chief will always come, just not today. The woman glanced at Bach, and a fierce spirit struck at the man.

"Hmph. Bach smiled and responded with fierce coercion, counteracting the woman's aura.

"Ahem," at this time, the woman standing behind the woman and receiving Han Qiu cleared her throat, "Then, as before, please allow me to count the people present." ”

"Returnee Nine, Rock Wendell Hisaro. ”

"Yes. The man sitting at the back of the table raised his hand with a very comfortable expression, as if the dispute with the red-haired woman had never happened.

"Eight, Herta. ”

"Hmm. "It's clear that Hertha doesn't have the same good attitude as Wendell, and she's still glaring at him.

"Seventh, Yin Chen. ”

The gloomy man didn't speak, but just raised his hand to let the woman who was the secretary see him.

"Number Six, Mr. Bach. ”

"Oh!" the man in the baseball uniform was reckless but enthusiastic, fitting well with the black man sitting to his right.

"Number five, Mr. Han Qiu. ”

"Hmm. Han Qiu nodded.

"Four, Koch Turner. ”

"Yay, here. The black man shook his head in reply.

"Number three, Naoko Aoki. ”

"To ——!"

"Number two, Mr. Lang Sex. ”

"In. The bald head bowed slightly, showing a very humble attitude.

"No. 1 ......"

The secretary said, looking at the woman sitting next to her.

"Lord Eliudniers, too. ”

The number one sitting in the chief nodded: "Since we have arrived, let's discuss it......"

"Your recent actions and our plans. ”