"I didn't allow this before, I couldn't do that, pretending to be unfathomable, but as soon as I was poked at the pain point, I shrank into the shell like a turtle and refused to probe.

Oh, these slave owners... One or two are frogs lying at the bottom of the well. ”

“...”

Sending off the messenger sent by Zhou Congrong to deliver the order, Dixon leaned back on the wide, soft sofa with his legs crossed, shaking the goblet in his hand while playfully showing off the amber liquor into his mouth.

A group of silent, heavily armed Hisun employees were lining up in a neat line, standing in a straddle posture and guarding in front of him.

Unlike Mr. Zhou's thugs who stormed the dungeon to take people, these company-based mercenaries were not only stripped of most of their negative emotions, but also carried more than basic weapons such as electric batons and riot shields to maintain law and order.

Including the c.k.b. killer weapon of the Fragmentation Grenade, this line of 12 people is completely equipped according to the standards of combat troops!

In a city-state settlement with a relatively backward level of science and technology like the Toutuoling Relay Station, this action team is fully capable of completing the suppression of the entire block in a short period of time without the help of foreign aid!

And if they can still get sufficient logistics during the operation, they can even form a standoff with the armed forces under the name of the city council, which are several times their size, and achieve more complex tactical operation objectives in the form of decapitation operations.

- Obviously, Dixon chose this point in time to concentrate such a force that could change the current trend of the situation in the inner city, and certainly not for the sake of bragging.

His gaze swept over the employees in turn, then he tilted his head and drank the wine from his glass.

"I'm sure you, like me, are tired of hiding at the border and eating sand.

Now that the exact location of the generator has been locked, the conditions are ripe... It's almost time to end this game of play! ”

Dixon got up from the couch and opened his arms in a gesture of hugging forward.

"I order, from now on, all units are ready for assault!

- Since these slave owners have put their treasures on the Civic Duel Contest that will start the day after tomorrow, we have just brought forward our plans to tomorrow when the draw ceremony will be held in the Grand Duel Arena!

Remember! The company does not need the scum that cannot create value, and tomorrow's actions can only succeed, not fail! ”

“sir！ yes sir！ ”

Hisun Pharmaceutical's employees raised their fists upwards with one hand and aimed their fists at the same time.

The subtle noise of the combat boots colliding against the fabric of the fabric is uniform.

Under the dim light, the brilliance in their eyes was like a blazing wildfire, as if they couldn't wait to destroy the company's enemies and burn them out!

... But in fact, the "flame" has already burned happily!

In front of the gate of the large arena hundreds of meters apart, a bodybuilder in armor held a crackling brazier, reflecting the faces of madness and joy in the night.

After an afternoon of delay, the drunken slave owners seemed to have forgotten about the recent shooting.

... Or, perhaps, the Nightingale and the City Council have been on the fence for so long that most people would rather believe that after that gunshot, all the treacherous and brutal struggles would come to an end.

The power struggle at the top will revert to a supposedly more civilized and orderly environment.

So, they gathered on the periphery of the venue where the dueling tournament was about to begin, and held various warm-up activities for the once-in-a-year event!

The aroma of food and wine wafts everywhere;

The beautiful flesh of the young lady twisted in the light and extinguishment of neon and bonfire, and the seductive curves of ups and downs;

Those shiny hanging ornaments, slender gauze clothes, and various imaginative props are combined to stage a good show in the square outside the arena!

Soon, the sweat-soaked skin was stuck to the fine sand, and the bitter but joyful chanting mixed with other indescribable liquids made the smell of the scene even more intense and pungent.

The intoxicated fools are on the verge of suffocation struggling and enjoying themselves! Everyone enjoyed the feast of the end as if they had spent the last night of their lives.

It wasn't until the first rays of morning light from the opposite direction of the rift pierced the fireworks-shrouded "theater" that the revelers woke up from their happy dreams. And after meeting again tonight, they reluctantly dispersed.

These wasters, who relied on exploitation and oppression of slaves for nothing, must not have imagined that the fruits of corruption that had grown in the Toutuoling area for decades would wilt in an instant in front of the relay station when night reigned...

No matter who has the last laugh, the relay tomorrow is destined to be very different from today.

...

At 2:10 p.m., the draw ceremony officially began.

Compared to yesterday's play-in, the Grand Dueling Arena has clearly put a lot of thought into this ceremony, which symbolizes the clash of supreme power at the relay station.

The massive domed building has been renovated from the inside out, with a predominantly red and black color scheme that further elevates the seriousness of the duel.

In the center of the arena, the organizers also specially arranged a cross-shaped staggered platform.

The pure white stone countertops are layered from the outside to the inside, which not only contrasts with the red and black backgrounds around it, but is complemented by a purple carpet.

At the center point where the cross tracks intersect with each other, a red crystal abutment that blooms like a flower is safely placed on the white stone.

The eight spherical crates with different player numbers are all lying quietly in the cavity inside the crystal, waiting for the ceremony to begin, and then a notary appointed by the city committee will decide on the matchup of all the contestants in the knockout stage.

2:30 a.m.

The eight contestants who broke through the play-in round came one after another with their selected representatives.

The lights of the Grand Duel's arena then spread outward from the red crystal abutment and finally fixed on the outside of the circle of eighths, pointing at the eight slave owners who were eligible to compete in the final stage.

Including Mrs. Fengdie and several other magistrates except Zhou Congrong, the people who are qualified to sit here are all famous bigwigs in the inner city of the relay station!

Even Boss Chen Weili, who was looking for a number, changed his appearance like a dog at this time, and he was stunned to show a detached demeanor...

This extraordinary, gorgeous outfit adds a bit of an illusory filter to the whole picture.

It is as if everything is a drama arranged on the stage according to the playwright's arrangement, and the appearance and position of each "actor" are deliberately arranged to serve the dramatic effect.

But in fact, the seats arranged by these eight contestants are far from so simple.

-- The poisoning and shooting incidents triggered by the play-in tournament have had a real impact on the judgment of those in high positions about the direction of this power struggle.

The group of magistrates headed by Zhou Congrong only lost some face on the surface, but in the eyes of other slave owners, it became a trend of "the west wind overpowers the east wind".

In fact, in the more than ten hours that Mr. Zhou has been closed, the high-level of the Toutuoling relay station has already begun to take place on a small scale of standing in line and reshuffling!

Although this kind of re-demarcation of spheres of influence does not seem to be able to influence the overall situation at present, it has already shown obvious signs through various details.

... Take, for example, the number of seats of the crowd today.

Madame Phoenixe had replaced the other three magistrates present at the moment and was placed on the left side.

You know, this is not a treatment that ordinary city commissioners can enjoy!

But the backbone was lost, and the other three magistrates didn't dare to detonate the conflict in advance at this juncture!

So fear evolved into acquiescence.

Default has led to even greater blind obedience.

More and more participants began to believe that the Toutuoling relay station was really going to change!

...

Of course, the above open and secret battles have little to do with Chen Weili.

Before the opening of today's ceremony, Boss Chen experienced a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

After all, with Chen Fatzi's social status, he is far from being qualified to be compared with those big people who are enough to influence the future direction of the relay station. Not to mention winning or losing as a competitor against these top elites...

In case something unpleasant happens in the follow-up duel match and attracts a certain big guy, then his little industry can't afford to be beaten casually!

However, when Boss Chen really walked into the venue today, the worries that lingered in his heart dissipated a little.

... The dead fat man found that except for the three magistrates and Mrs. Feng Die, who took the initiative to stir up trouble, most of the other contestants actually shared the same illness as him.

With so many people on his back, Chen Weili suddenly felt that his situation might not be as bad as he imagined.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous..."

"I'm just a one-size-fits-all game, and it's none of my business to fight or live the people above..."

"God forbid, as soon as the matter here is over, Lao Tzu will immediately take over the stall here and go back to his hometown to get married!"

Chen Weili whispered about his life plan, almost forgetting everything in front of him in self-hypnosis...

However, the high-pitched and solemn music in the venue was forcibly interrupted by a burst of gunfire before the climax arrived!

In front of everyone's eyes, the red crystal on the stone platform was torn apart by the bullets that broke through the air very quickly, like a strange flower at the end of the flowering period, withering in an instant, leaving only a "petal"...

"Hemp Egg !!"