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You're too family-style in a family-style restaurant, aren't you? Do you want to be responsible for the setting of the dishes for the last customer?

The corners of Sunset's eyes twitched, and he didn't delve into this issue.

He wanted to ask again if the other party was willing to join the Whale Song Organization, participate in this battle as a representative of the Whale Song, and discuss the reward or something.

However, Li Risheng has a store with exaggerated profitability under his name, and there is definitely no shortage of money, and the Whale Song Organization may not be able to come up with the corresponding chips.

Even if you can take it, this kind of thing is not something that the four of Jin Ge Tiema can decide directly, just stop in moderation and maintain a normal friendly relationship, so as not to cause annoyance to the other party.

Since the Sky Arena hadn't opened yet, a few people chatted a few words, and then went offline to continue waiting.

In the next 24 hours, all the forces will be busy with this.

Organize associations, liaison negotiations, compromise concessions, division of interests,

Lone wolf players are waiting to sell at a price, waiting to play their value in the next game to increase their value in the eyes of other forces.

However, none of this has anything to do with Leon.

After returning from the square, he planned to go to the beach of Yinshi to get the high-quality biomass, marine gene pool, and newborn soldier insect samples obtained by the hive at the bottom of the trench.

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At the same time, Game Square, a bar called "Ture Names".

Located in a remote corner of the east side of the square, this bar occupies a small area, the lighting is dim and ambiguous, the decoration is simple and clean, and there are no special products.

As a result, the bar usually has very little traffic, and occasionally two or three customers, because they are tired of walking around the square, come in and sit down, have two drinks and leave.

At this time, in the corner of the bar, in the gold and red cabinet-shaped jukebox, an unknown melodious song is playing.

The female singer's voice was hoarse and gentle, and when she closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see a red-haired woman in red clothes, standing on the stage, holding a microphone with her hands and singing in a low voice.

Standing behind the wooden bar, a bartender in a brown knitted vest, bowed his head, gently wiping his glass with square silk.

Jingle Bell –

The wooden door of the bar was gently pushed open, and a witch with a pointed hat and cloak walked in.

She patted the gray kitten on the shoulder, and the cat, named Meow Meow, jumped off her shoulder and landed on the wooden round table.

Since the table was spotless, Meowmeow's head naturally lay down, her body curled up in a ball, and she made a pleasant purring sound.

The witch herself, on the other hand, jumped up to the jukebox, flipped out a coin in her palm, threw it into the jukebox, and clicked on electronic-style pop music.

Little by little, his head followed the rhythm of the music, and his body swayed towards the bar, and on tiptoe, he jumped up and landed on the chair in front of the bar.

"A glass of dark beer, thank you~"

The witch slapped the bar, her palm discharging five coins from the table.

The bartender raised his head, revealing the face of an ordinary, gentle, featureless middle-aged man.

It was the founders of the syndicate, known as the existence of professors.

Although the syndicate had its own independent office building in the square, there were no real people in that building.

Only the core members know that their teachers who can really make decisions in the syndicate sometimes stay in the bar they run called [real name].

"What kind of beer do minors drink?"

The professor said coldly, turned around and took a can of Coke from the shelf, placed it gently on the table through the cotton pad.

There was no insulation equipment in front of and behind the shelves, but there was a chill on the surface of the Coke can.

The witch smacked her mouth a little unpleasantly, but she still reached out her finger to pry open the can, took a straw from the straw rack next to it, and slowly drank it from the coke bottle.

Ding Dong –

The wooden door of the bar rang again, and a tall, beautiful woman pushed the door open, with waist-length red wavy hair, a tricorne hat painted with a skull on her head, a black coat embroidered with gold embroidered cuffs in the style of Frak, a white shirt underneath, long riding boots, and a long knife tied around her waist.

It's clearly a pirate outfit.

The female pirate glanced at the professor who was wiping his wine glass behind the bar, grinned, rubbed the meow head sleeping on the wooden table at the door, ignored the latter's howl and scratching, strode forward, patted the witch on the shoulder, and said familiarly: "Congratulations, I heard that your personal combat power ranking has squeezed into the top sixty?" Not bad, not embarrassed. ”

"Crazy woman, what are you doing?!"

The witch rolled her eyes and tried to push away the senior sister who also belonged to the Twelve Disciples, [Blood Sea Amberi], "Don't you know that you smell of alcohol on your body? How much alcohol have you drunk! Stay away from me! ”

"Is there one?"

Amberi frowned slightly, raised his arm and sniffed the clothes under his armpits, and said confusedly: "Are you okay?" The taste is not very strong. Why don't you ask again? ”

"Get out!"

The professor at the back of the bar happily watched his lovely students interact intimately, and he didn't mean to stop it at all.

Ding Dong –

The bell at the door rang one after another, and several figures rushed in.

Wearing a simple white fighting suit, a burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a righteous young man - the 7th disciple, [Thunder Wolf Wang Hu]

A young man in a white shirt with a pale face, a thin body, eyes bulging out like fish's eyes, heavy and black eye bags, and a staggering walk, with a tired look - the 5th disciple, [Asynchronous call · LAN】

An unknown figure wearing a black leather coat and a helmet of a light-opaque motorcycle - the 10th disciple, [Supercritical]

A lizard-headed creature wearing a gray-brown hooded robe, floating against the ground while walking, spitting out a forked tongue from time to time, and sniffing the air - the 6th disciple, [Innate Theory: Nether]

Squinting his eyes and smiling gently, the young man in white with an ordinary appearance - the first disciple, [Taihao]

A handsome black-haired young man with an indifferent face - the second disciple, [out of control]

A short blonde girl with her hands crossed and holding the back of her head, whistling, and with a lazy attitude - the third disciple, [Burning Theory: Burning Fire]

Wearing a gentleman's windbreaker and holding his head in his hands, the skeleton of the 4th disciple, [Door-shaped Ratchet Wave]

Wearing an anime gown, wearing glasses, and a wide-bodied fat otaku whose painting style is incompatible with everyone - the 11th disciple, [Extra-distance effect: Perch]

Counting the 8th-ranked witch, and the 9th-ranked Meow Meow Head,

Of the professor's twelve disciples, 11 have arrived.

"Oh, it's all here."

Ambery put down the rum glass that the professor had poured her, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It's rare that people are so together." ”

"When everyone arrives, talk about it."

Furious Fire, who looked no more than 11 years old, pursed the corners of his lips and said in an old-fashioned manner: "What are you doing standing?" ”

"Don't be in a hurry."

The professor shook his head and smiled gently, "There is another one that has not arrived." ”

Before the words fell, there was another dingdong.

A handsome man with short blond hair walked in from outside the door and nodded to everyone with some restraint.

"He's your junior brother."

The professor lightly introduced, and the handsome blonde man's head appeared with the player's nickname of [Stonemason], which was the syndicate member that Leon had met.

"Hello brothers and sisters."

The stonemason rubbed his palms together, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.

New members?

The witch raised her eyebrows, these people were all disciples hand-picked by the professor,

Some were discovered after the start of the killing game, and some (such as Taehao, Runaway, and LAN) followed the professor even before the killing game began.

In the real world, some stock price crashes, company failures, and natural disasters that have affected the trend of the world or local pattern are all present in the professor and his apprentices.

However, witches and meows are relatively late to the beginning, so they don't know much about these things.

The former twelfth rank of the professor's disciple was a young man with a high eye above the top and a reckless talent, and he had a genius-level talent for psionic energy.

I thought he would be able to achieve something, but I didn't expect that more than a month ago, he died in the script mission, and he didn't even have time to rise to Lv10 when he died.

Anyway, it turned out that the little junior brother had a bad temper and was completely unfamiliar with other people, so he died when he died.

As for the newcomer...

Let's talk about surviving this battle for the door.

Most of the eleven disciples didn't give the stonemason any good looks, only Taihao, Perch, and Wang Hu smiled kindly at the stonemason.

The stonemasons smiled back with a grateful smile - as far as he knew, among the disciples present, except for the unskilled Bass, Meow Meow, and LAN, the other eight were on the personal leaderboard.

The black-haired youth [Out of Control] ranked second,

The squinted-eyed youth [Taihao] ranked fifteenth,

The little girl [Burning Fire] ranks thirty-two...

Among the top 100, the syndicate alone occupies eight places, and if it is publicized, I am afraid that it will completely break the cognition of other organizations.

Strangely, though, the Professor, as the leader of these people, did not appear on the leaderboard - the Stonemason was very sure that the Professor was also a player, as he was able to enter and exit the plaza freely.

I don't know what's going on...

The stonemason buried his doubts in his heart, he had been a member of the Syndicate for a long time, and it was only this morning that he was promoted to disciple to fill the vacancy.

He didn't think he could outperform the other disciples, even the weakest-looking meow or perch had a kind of Weiya in him that could shock him.

It's too much to say and be wrong, so let's continue to wait and see...

The others didn't notice the stonemason's psychological fluctuations, and the professor finally put down the cup that had been wiped for a long time, raised his head, looked at his disciples, and said with a gentle smile: "The reason why I called you here today, I think you already know.

In this battle for the door, we must make it to the final round as much as possible..."

"Teacher, rest assured."

Wang Hu struck the hammer with both fists and said in a deep voice: "We will not let you down." ”

"It's not a question of disappointment."

The professor shook his head and said softly, "The appearance of the battle for the door means that the integration of the killing game and the real world has taken another step.

He who sleeps will awaken.

He who dies will be resurrected.

The point is not who gets the door,

Rather, don't let anyone get the door.

This is about the life and death of ordinary people in the real world, and it is far more important than you think..."