On Sunday morning, before he could recover from the impact of Otokun's resounding victory, Jian Tong suffered a new blow.

Originally, he called his brother to accept comfort. Unexpectedly, as soon as he was halfway through what happened to him yesterday, Jian Tie on the other side of the phone couldn't help but yell:

"Are you sick in the head?! I even went to the Sand Crocodile Manor to watch the fighting match! Do you know what that place is? ”

"No, isn't it just a place where criminal figures and celebrities watch underground games? With the status of our Jian family, it's normal to go to this kind of place, right? Startled by the sudden roar of the eldest brother, Jian Tong said intermittently.

"Stupid oh Duoduo, it seems that you really don't understand anything at all." On the other side, Jian Tie sighed vigorously, "Even with the identity of our great magic family, we can't afford to provoke those bigwigs in the criminal world at all." If you accidentally offend someone, it's likely that your life will be lost! ”

"And you also brought a large number of classmates to watch together, are you afraid that things will not make a big fuss?"

"But you finally arranged such a task for Ou Tuokun, I think this is a rare opportunity-" Jian Tong tried to explain.

"Yes, big brother, I have spent so much effort to help you get things done, and I want to take a bad breath for you, you can honestly wait for the news at home." Jian Tie said in a helpless tone, "But what are you doing when a student runs to the scene?" Do you know how much risk you would pose to me and our family?! ”

"Originally, the task I assigned to Otokun to gather intelligence was quite justified. But now you are leading so many followers to the scene to watch with swagger, it is difficult to find things unrevealed! ”

"If Otokun or the other members of the Quarantine Society find out about you and report to your superiors, my position will probably not be saved, big brother! Do you understand that?! ”

"Yes, is it that serious?" Hearing Jian Tie's fierce words on the mobile phone, Jian Tong was a little stunned.

"Of course! Allowing people outside the organization to access or witness confidential tasks is the biggest taboo in isolation! Jian Tie said in an almost roaring voice, "So you and your followers should leave the Sand Crocodile Manor now and never mention this matter to anyone again, do you hear?!" ”

"Okay, okay." After Jian Tong stammered and agreed to his eldest brother's request, the sound of the phone hanging up came from the phone.

Ending this one-sided reprimanded conversation, Jian Tong's already deteriorating mood became even worse.

At this time, he was not interested in the next game, so he began to bury his head and pack his luggage alone.

But just then, a doorbell suddenly rang in the hallway, and there was a familiar and excited voice.

"It's you. What's the matter with running in the morning? Seeing that Zhou Ke was as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, Jian Tong felt very puzzled, "If it's about the game, don't mention it to me again." We'll be back this morning. ”

"Don't, Second Master!" Zhou Ke shook his head vigorously, "You don't know how exciting the next game will be—"

"Alright, don't tell me. Didn't the game be suspended because of the venue? Jian Tong waved his hand listlessly, "And Ou Tuokun is so strong, no one should win him in the remaining finals." ”

"No, second master. This time you misjudged. Zhou Ke shook his head confidently, "Because of the appearance of this special person, the flow of the game has changed again." You can see what the situation is. ”

As he spoke, Zhou Ke couldn't wait to hold up a poster in front of Jian Tong.

Glancing at the content on the poster and the final contestants participating in the competition, Jian Tong's face changed instantly.

Seeing the intimidating face in the center of the picture, he first froze into a shocked expression, and then slowly melted into a big smile.

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Time goes back to the night before, half past eleven on a Saturday night.

In the brightly lit living room of the villa, Crockdahl was reclining on the couch alone, staring blankly at the ceiling with a pair of dead fish eyes.

The meeting with the guests lasted for nearly half an hour, and his state still did not recover significantly, and his whole body was surrounded by residual panic and shame.

As long as he thought of the pair of glasses that shone with white light, he couldn't help but tighten his chrysanthemum, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably. The lemon juice and crocodile saliva that had been smeared all over his body before seemed to have some residual taste, and he could not get rid of his bad mood.

Crockdahl knew that if he continued to think about it like this, he would have to leave a psychological shadow for the rest of his life because of that glasses man. So in order to divert his attention, he had to stand up in the hall and keep pacing, trying to divert all his mind to the next plan.

Just as his thoughts had stabilized, there was a familiar knock at the door.

With permission in a low, bored voice, Crockdahl saw Miss Singles' Day's intensely uncomfortable face wobbly into view.

"Master, have I disturbed you?"

"What's the matter?" Tired of Miss's Singles' Day reports, Crockdahl was going to hear what the man had to say. After all, he is now anxious to get rid of the bad emotions that he just left over, and it is also an effective choice if he can devote himself to specific affairs.

"This is not very good news. I hope you don't get too angry when you hear this, sir. ”

"If you have any news, just say it. I've experienced enough bad things this day anyway. Crockdahl waved his hand, a gesture of nonchalance.

"Well, because of a makeshift fight, our fight was suspended. The entire center of the field was destroyed by that player's attack, and our ace Baroque team was completely defeated. ”

"I know that. Mr.1 It's not the first time they've failed, which only shows that their strength is not enough. Crockdahl had already learned about it through the news on the Internet in the evening, so he didn't care about what Miss said on Singles' Day.

"But boss, do you know what that guy named S did to our members?" Because of the excitement, Miss Singles' Day has changed its name for Crockdahl, which shows that she is now expressing her attitude completely as a member of the Baroque Work Society, "Miss Torch Festival was beaten unconscious, Mr.1 is said to have been punched hundreds of times in a row, Miss Zhongyuan Festival had a slight concussion, Mr.4 had a comminuted fracture all over his body, and the worst Mr.2 was pierced by a total of 1,000 holes from the rain of arrows, and his face was severely disfigured because of burns!" ”

"What did you say?" Hearing Miss's sad and indignant description of Singles' Day, Crockdahl was also a little shocked, "What kind of person dares to be so heavy-handed to the members of my work club?!" ”

"That rookie player named S, boss." Miss Singles Day replied, "Although it is rumored that he is the first and fifth, I think this guy must have used some shady trick to plot against Mr. 1 and they won in the end." ”

"Now not only is our ace team scrapped by this guy, but even the entire tournament has been postponed because of the damage he caused. Boss, I don't think we can just let him go so easily. ”

"Definitely. Those who deliberately oppose our Baroque workshop must be punished. Saying this, a long-lost smile appeared on Crockdahl's pale face, "As for the specific method...... Miss Singles' Day, what do you suggest? ”

"Now there is not much combat power that our work club can mobilize, and that S does have a certain strength. If the situation is urgent, I will play in person, and as long as I dodge his plots, I should be able to win. Speaking of which, Miss Singles' Day, "But, if you're willing to show a little bit of majesty, boss......"

"Do you want me to show up in person?"

"No, no, if the boss is busy with business, it doesn't have to-"

"It's okay, I can go out myself."

Hearing Crockdahl's happy answer, Miss Singles Day was stunned, as if she didn't believe it was true.

"Recently, I've been in a really upset mood, and I just need to vent." Thinking of what happened that night, Crockdahl couldn't help but clench his right fist, "There is such a presumptuous guy who comes to smash my field, how can you not teach him a good lesson?!" ”

"Inform the organizer of the competition, Walter, that in the next fighting match, I will have a one-on-one duel with that S!"

"I'm going to let that boy who doesn't know the height of the sky know what will happen to the trouble that comes to our Baroque workshop!"

"Boss, are you serious? If it's really up to you to do it, haha," Miss Singles Festival couldn't help but laugh when she imagined what was going to happen next, "That poor newcomer S is too unlucky, isn't it?" ”

"It was his own doing." Crockdahl snorted and re-lit a cigar for himself, "Not only do I have to teach this impudent a good lesson, but I also want everyone present to see what will happen to him." ”

"You go and tell Walter right away that the final is tomorrow. The venue does not have to be maintained, and the limitations of the terrain do not mean anything to the masters. Also, before the start of tomorrow's game, I must also invite the members of the organization who come to visit to the front row of the VIP seats, so that they can enjoy my performance. ”

"Members of the organization...... Is the boss talking about the Abyss of Extreme Evil? ”

"Don't mention that name at random, I told you." Seeing Miss's casual attitude on Singles' Day, Crockdahl said with a gloomy face, "Anyway, you must entertain those people well." Only by letting them fully see my strength can I be recognized by that organization. Do you have a clear memory of what you want to do now? ”

"Clear, boss. I'll do it now. ”

"Good." Crockdahl nodded.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll let everyone see it. Everyone will happily enjoy the wonderful spectacle of I, Crockdahl, draining the water out of the presumptuous troublemaker's body, and then trampling him under my feet to sanction him. ”

Thinking that the moment to show his prestige was finally coming, Crockdahl's accumulated uneasiness finally vanished, and he himself let out a hearty dry laugh with a spew of smoke:

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha