When the eyes of the crowd turned to him, Ouyang Dao said bluntly, I am Gaia · Sranka, this group is my property, you don't have to quarrel with you?

Gaia. Sri Lanka?

Nosca's eyes were full of doubt.

Ouyang Dao didn't look like a big nobleman, and her surname wasn't very famous. But the woman behind him is Vivian, Smith's widow, Vivian's influence in the organization is not widely known, the existence of the master is not widely known, and the captain of the miners also knows some, but the leadership of Noscar knows nothing about her.

"Who are you?" it was Smith and the gang who killed them, not Miss Vivien," Noska said, looking at Ouyang Dao with deep contempt as if it were true. You think I'm a little white face counting on Vivian?

Ouyang Dao scoffed at Nosca's ideas, and the clown's reputation discouraged many people, but it wasn't just ordinary Nosca.

At this moment, the miner captain has hidden his body in the bodies of many players, years of contact with the wild, he knows the fear of professionals, but also knows that the real decision is power.

"I repeat, this is mine now, everyone goes back to work, the miner captain and deputy captain report to me, I want to know the current profitability of the group" Ouyang Dao glanced at Noska coldly, and the supervisor who was about to speak was taken aback by Ouyang Dao's gaze.

At this time, Ouyang Dao had completely opened the Yato Taman, and all the staff seemed to see the monster, and Nosca also wanted to use the power of the people to intimidate Ouyang Dao, but he didn't expect it to disappear in the blink of an eye.

When Ouyang Dao passed by him, the deputy director lowered his voice and threatened, "The Smith Group is not something you can control. "Its future owner will be a nobleman, not someone like you... ”

He didn't finish speaking, Ouyang Dao had already glanced at it, there was a divine condescension to men, a love for carnivores, and a contempt for herbivores. Nosca was speechless again, and watched blankly as Ouyang Dao walked into the company, just like a king visiting his territory.

The most conspicuous thing on the first floor of the Smith Group is a huge statue of Smith, a middle-aged man with a slightly threatening face. There is no such thing at all. The heart of a merchant is black. The number of people on this fake spare key is unknown, the casualty rate of the Smith Group is low, and it is certain that the captain of the miners team took care of and took care of his people.

Ouyang Dao went up to the fourth floor, and the miner captain and Noska had been waiting for a long time.

They were in front of Smith's office, and Noska had a funny look on his face.

As he walked by, the door to Smith's office was sealed in a third-order pattern. Although it looks like an ordinary mahogany door, the door cannot be pushed down, even below the elite level, without a single key. The two men stood there to greet me, still unwilling.

Ouyang Tao giggled, Wei Wei'an, who was standing beside him, stepped forward directly, and his white-gloved fingers gently pointed to the door lock, and the three-way gate opened directly. Vivien's actions against the miner captain, a battle in her heart, completely confirmed her guess, this Gaia does not seem to be noble for a very simple reason, his true power lies in the mysterious world.

Smith's office was a treasure trove for him, and the restraint he had initially shown was broken as he rushed in like a greedy hyena.

"No, no, why not?" When Ouyang Dao and Vivien walked in, they found Norska frantically rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Smith's desk being pushed to the ground, and the books on the shelves being thrown aside by him. Stupid bastard.

Ouyang Dao frowned and didn't say anything, when Vivian pushed Nosca down with her tentacles, the deputy director was terrified when she saw the tentacles. Ouyang Dao wanted to know, since the existence of professionals was semi-public intelligence, why did the deputy director act as if he had never seen the world?

In fact, Ouyang Dao's ideas were sometimes one-sided, the real professional forces could only be seen on the battlefield, and the most unusual urban wars were hidden at night, and in broad daylight, most of the battles were quickly suppressed by the Big Three.

If a person does not walk at night since birth, has been schooled, has no other recreational activities, is serious and diligent after work, and does not go out to play, then there is a good chance that you will not encounter anything unusual in your life. They may occasionally wonder, why do the runes light up?

But then they forget that sometimes the news in the newspaper makes them suspicious, but at best it is just a bunch of drunken chit-chatter. Before the Pink Mist of the Church of Wishes was a very large-scale spell, however, it was quickly suppressed by three groups. In the spell's area of effect, Nosca sees others killing with red eyes, but is unaware of the true power of the circle.

In Northcar's view, a professional soldier is a group of soldiers who cannot study well and cannot join the army of the castle. Is power the theme of this world?

Don't be silly.

This deformed idea has always been present in Nosca, who was born with no professional qualifications, and since then he has been blinded by prejudice against the transcendental. Vivien's tentacles came to an end the moment he woke up completely, and the dream he had had had for more than 20 years came to an end, and he had thought that knowledge could lead to success, but in the end it was the power that decided everything. Nosca collapsed, Ouyang Dao didn't know what had happened to him, he looked at the respectful Nosca and the miner captain, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, a good smiths organization. It should be able to sell for a good price, right? Ouyang Dao was destitute. He brought hundreds of hunters from the gladiator cemetery, who passed on their equipment and swords to their descendants to rearm them in an astronomical amount. Who should I sell the Smith Group to? The Guild may not pay, but the Illuminati and the Council of Nobles can negotiate unless I kill Maria Smith. Kelly, otherwise the Dark Guardian is the best option. When Ouyang Dao was thinking about who to sell the Smith Group to, his left eye suddenly shook rapidly, Ouyang Dao closed his eyes and pondered, only to find that it was a master's emergency electricity. One of the six Demon Hunters, who was seriously wounded.

"Whew... John Terry felt his lungs burn, gasped, and closed his lips. A young figure floated across the room, with a handsome face, long blue hair, and white clothes. His voice is soft, his face is wrinkled, and he looks young. But the terrifying presence of this young man, negating his age, he floated in the air like a god, surrounded by water.

"Why don't you keep running?" I see you have a lot of energy," said the young man jokingly. Terry had a smug smile on his face.

"Run again, there is no power to kill you" As if hearing some big joke, the blue-haired young man laughed insolently. "Shoot me? I heard me right, you're like thatJohn terry didn't look very good at the time, the pants under the right thigh were missing, and there was some flesh, and bones could be seen deep in the wound.

His pale hair was soaked with sweat, a wisp of a stick was on his face, shimmering with golden light, his eyes were half-open, and the fear in his pupils was blurred.

"As long as I have a little strength, I won't let you be an evil fellow" John Terry gasped as his humanoid arms turned into large, scaly dragon claws, his sharp nails tinged with yellowish hues, and his arms as thick as buckets. The blue-haired young man laughed again when he saw John Terry like that.

"How can you kill me now, you can't even complete the separation of blood?" Terry roared, and the Earth moved at his speed, providing him with a staircase to the sky.

The blue-haired young man was also busy, and the active elements of the water were rushing in like a python, and a python the size of a tree struck John A. The Stone Pillar at Terry's Feet, by John Terry was running in the air, walking diagonally. The pillar he used to support his left foot was knocked down by a water snake, and John Brown was knocked down. Terry jumped to the right, his huge claws leaving spiral marks on the pillars, he controlled the ascent of the ground, and soon, another staircase was built for the young man.

The blue-haired young man once again controlled the water serpent and broke the stone pillar. John Terry proceeds to awaken the Pillars, providing him with a path forward. The two sides chased after each other, but John · Terry couldn't get close to the blue-haired youth. Is this game fun? You know you can't touch me" The blue-haired man could still ask John Terry questions with a smile on his face, but now the white-haired man was speechless, and his gasp could be described as a compliment.

John Terry was moving, but the blue-haired young man with a casual face stared at John Terry's sweaty head, watching the dragon's claws about to return to their original form. One more time, one more point, and by the time you can't run at all, the battle is over. The youthful blue hair flashed in front of his eyes, he hadn't been a master of power for a long time, and he really wanted to put some effort into building a career. A master of flesh and blood, I don't know what reward the Episcopal Church gives me, maybe...

Think of this, the blue-haired youth flickered behind his fingers, and the shattered ground slid through a few streams of water to the edge of the battlefield.

John Terry came out of nowhere and hit the young man in the face, but the water element around the young man immediately turned into a barrier John Terry's big claws got stuck in the water ball, and the water elemental barrier sank inward, but it stopped less than a centimeter away from the young man.

This centimeter was like a natural moat, and no matter how hard John Terry tried, he couldn't reach the hateful face of the blue-haired man.

"Oh! almost. The blue-haired young man patted him on the chest guiltily, "Try harder, old fellow, you're going to hit me soon, I'm scared"

"Hahahaha" John · Terry waved his arm with all his might, the scales on his arm standing up, and the veins under the scales swam like pythons, but useless.

Wow, wow! John terry saw it from the side, but he wasn't distracted. He fought it with his body, hoping that the blue barrier would sink a little more. The young man in the barricade was smiling, and the river flowed past him like a knife. John · Terry's muscular body was covered in wounds.

The water column grew bigger and bigger, and John Terry's wounds grew deeper and deeper, feeling an impending heart explosion, John Brown. Terry had no choice but to jump back and dodge the water jet's attack. But it also meant that he stayed away from the blue-haired youngster, who was just desperately trying to establish a distance advantage and was pulled away.

"I'm sorry you're not there yet," said John J. Terry said that while he looked out of shape, he was still wary of the blue-haired young man, his outcome could change before the end, and he didn't want to end up in the ghetto.

The blue-haired young man folded his hands behind his back and made a strange gesture with his thumb against his index finger. As he did so, a very subtle force surrounded them.

At the edge of the theater of operations, a thin layer of fog suddenly filled the air, and in the area covered by fog, smooth and hard ice was surrounded like a wall. Centered on John Terry and the blue-haired young man, a 300-meter-high ring of ice and blue tall buildings, buildings that collapse as the walls move, turning anyone who comes near it into an ice sculpture.

When the first wall of ice was sealed, the blue-haired youth's unbridled smile vanished, and he did not use words to provoke John Brown. Terry, instead, calmly waved water cup after cup.

As the blue-haired young man stepped up his attack, John J. Terry, the man on the verge of severe injury, began to show signs of swelling and turned his pale yellow skin blue.

As John Terry prepares to fight, icy blue energy flows to his heart, and a dark blue scimitar is plunged into the center of his back.

"Give up your struggle, old fellow, and swear to join Poseidon, I'll let you live" "Don't dream! If you don't ambush me, you cunning bastard, I'll tear you to shreds!" ”

"Stubborn, too stubborn," he said, as the young blue-haired man's attacks grew faster and faster, and he got closer and closer to John Terry. Each reduction in distance means a huge increase in attack power. At first, Terry was able to raise his head under the attack of the blue-haired youth, and he was able to stop the attack while performing several counterattacks.

Now he could only place his arms in front of him, a barely maintained sense of detachment to fend off the increasingly frenzied attacks. By this time, John Terry had been surrounded by half-meter-high ice crystals that made his body bluer and bluer, and the twisted serpentine dagger made an unsettling sound.

John terry's face was pale, his body stiffened, his arms reluctantly returned to their original state, and his mind returned to the moment he thought, I gave up?