? ? ?Your family restaurant is too family, right? Should the whole customer who
finished the meal last be responsible for the setting of the dishes?The corners of the sunset's eyes twitched, and he didn't delve into this
issue.He wanted to ask again whether the other party would like to join the Whale
Song organization, as a representative of Whale Song, to participate in the
battle for the door, and it is a good discussion about the reward.However, there is an exaggerated profitability shop under Li Risheng's name,
and there is definitely no shortage of money. The Whale Song organization may
not be able to come up with the corresponding bargaining chip.Even if it can be done, this kind of thing is not something that the Jin Ge
Iron Horse and the four can directly decide. It is just enough to maintain a
normal and friendly relationship, so as not to cause the other party to get
bored.Since the Sky Arena has not yet opened, a few people chatted a few words, and
then went offline and continued to wait.In the next 24 hours, presumably all forces will be busy with this.Organize association and liaison negotiations, compromise and concessions,
divide interests,Lone wolf players are waiting for the price, waiting for their worth in the
next game to enhance their value in the eyes of other forces.However, these have nothing to do with Li Ang.After he returned from the square, he was going to take a trip to the seaside
of Yin City to take a sample of the high-quality biomass, marine gene bank,
and newborn soldier insects obtained from the nest at the bottom of the
trench.————At the same time, the game square, a bar named [truenames] (truenames).This bar is located in a remote corner on the east side of the square. It has
a small area, dim lighting, simple and clean decoration, and no special
products. The shelves made of nanmu are all common liquors.Therefore, the bar usually has very little traffic, and occasionally there are
two or three customers, because they are tired from walking in the square,
come in and sit, drink two glasses of wine and leave.At this time, an unknown melodious song was playing in the gold and red
cabinet-shaped jukebox in the corner of the bar.The female singer's voice was hoarse and gentle, closing her eyes, as if she
could see a red-haired woman in red, standing on the stage with her hands on
the microphone and singing in low voice.The bartender in a brown knitted vest standing behind the wooden bar, lowered
his head and gently wiped the glass with square silk.JingleThe wooden door of the bar was gently pushed open, and a witch wearing a
pointed hat and cloak walked in.She patted the waist of the gray kitten on her shoulder, and the cat named
Meow Head jumped off her shoulder and landed on the wooden round table.Because the table was spotless, Meow Miao naturally lay down on her head,
curled up into a ball, and made a pleasant snoring sound.The witch herself jumped to the jukebox, flipped out a coin in her palm, put
it into the jukebox, and clicked on an electronic-style pop music.With the music rhythm, his head swayed towards the bar, his toes jumped up and
landed on the chair in front of the bar."A glass of dark beer, thank you~"The witch patted the bar, and put five coins on the table with her palm.The bartender raised his head, revealing an ordinary gentle, middle-aged man's
face with no specific characteristics.It is the creator of the syndicate, known as the existence of the professor.Although the syndicate has its own independent office building on the square,
there is no real person in that building.Only the core members know that their teachers who can really make decisions
in the syndicate sometimes stay in the bar called [real name] that they open."What beer does the minor drink?"The professor said nonchalantly, turned around and took a bottle of canned
Coke from the shelf, and placed it gently on the table through the cotton
cloth.There is obviously no heat preservation equipment on the front and back of the
shelf, but there is a chill on the surface of the coke can.The witch smacked her mouth uncomfortably, but she stretched out her finger to
pry open the can, took a straw from the straw rack next to it, and drank
slowly against the Coke bottle.Ding Dong——The wooden door of the bar sounded again, and a tall and beautiful woman
pushed in. She had long red wavy hair that was waist-length. She wore a three-
cornered hat with a skull pattern on her head. She was wearing a Frak style
cuff embroidered with gold. Black coat, white shirt inside, long riding boots,
long sword at waist.It is clearly dressed as a pirate.The female pirate glanced at the professor who was wiping the wine glass
behind the bar, grinned, and rubbed the head of the meow who was sleeping on
the wooden table at the door. Ignoring the howling and scratching of the
latter, she strode forward and patted heavily. On the shoulder of the witch,
she said familiarly: "Congratulations, congratulations, I heard that your
personal power ranking has been squeezed into the top sixty? Not bad, not
ashamed of us.""What are you doing crazy woman?!"The witch rolled her eyes and tried to push away the senior sister who
belonged to the twelve disciples, [Blood Sea·Amboli], "Don't you know that you
smell of alcohol? How much alcohol have you drunk! Stay away from me? Can't it
work!""Have it?"Amboli frowned slightly, raised his arms and sniffed the clothes under his
armpits, and said in confusion: "It's okay? The smell is not very strong.
Would you like to ask?""Go!"The professor behind the bar cheerfully watched the close interaction of his
lovely students, without any intention of stopping.Ding Dong——The bells at the door rang one after another, and several people filed in.A burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes wearing a simple white
fighting suit and a righteous spirit—the seventh disciple, [Thunder Wolf·Wang
Hu]Pale face, thin body, bulging eyes like fisheyes, heavy and black eye bags,
walking swayingly, and a tired look of a white shirt teenager-the fifth
disciple, [Asynchronous call · LAN]An unidentified person wearing a black leather jacket and an opaque motorcycle
helmet-the 10th disciple, [Supercritical]Wearing a taupe hooded robe, floating against the ground when walking, and
spitting out a forked tongue from time to time, sniffing the air with a lizard
head creature-the sixth disciple, [Innate Theory: Nessel]Squinting his eyes and smiling gently, an ordinary-looking young man in white
clothes—the first disciple, [Taihao]A handsome young man with black hair with an indifferent face——the second
disciple, [out of control]A short blond girl with a lazy attitude, holding the back of her head with her
hands crossed, blowing a whistle-the third disciple, [Combustion
Theory·Burning Fire]Skeleton skeleton wearing a gentleman's trench coat and holding his head on
his hands-the 4th disciple, [door-shaped spike]A fat otaku with a wide body in an anime shirt, glasses, and a style that is
incompatible with everyone — the 11th disciple, [Overreaching Action·Perch]Counting the 8th witch and the 9th Miao Miaotou,Of the professor's twelve disciples, 11 have arrived."Oh, it's all here."Ambori put down the rum glass that the professor poured her, raised his
eyebrows and said, "It's rare, there are so many people.""When everyone arrives, just talk about it."The frenzied fire, who was not more than 11 years old, curled his lips, and
said old fashioned: "What are you standing for?""Don't worry."The professor shook his head and smiled gently: "There is still one missing."Before the words fell, there was another dingdong.A handsome guy with short blond hair walked in from the door, and nodded at
the crowd with some restraint."He is your younger brother."The professor faintly introduced that the nickname of the player [Mason]
appeared on the top of the handsome blond man, who was the syndicate member Li
Ang had met."Senior brothers and sisters are good."The mason rubbed his palms, with a slightly embarrassing smile on his face.New member?When the witch raised her eyebrows, they were all disciples personally
selected by the professor.Some were discovered after the killing game started, and some (such as Taihao,
Out of Control, LAN) even followed the professor before the killing game
started.In the real world, some stock price crashes, company bankruptcies, and natural
disasters that have affected the trend of the world or the local situation all
have professors and his apprentices.However, the witch and Miao Miaotou are relatively late to get started, and
they don't know much about these things.The formerly ranked twelfth professor disciple is a young man with a superior
eye and a talented young man who has a genius level talent for psionics.Originally thought he could achieve something, but he didn't expect to die in
the script mission more than a month ago, and he didn't even have time to rise
to Lv10 when he died.Anyway, it turned out that the little junior had a bad temper, and was
completely unfamiliar with other people, so he died if he died.As for the newcomer...Let's talk about being able to survive this battle for the door.Most of the eleven disciples didn't show the stonemason any good looks, only
Taihao, Perch and Wang Hu smiled friendly at the stonemason.Mason responded with a gratitude smile—according to the information he knew,
among the disciples present, except for the poorly fighting Perch, Meow Head,
and LAN, the other eight people all ranked on the personal rankings.The black-haired youth [out of control] ranked second,The squinted youth [Taihao] ranked 15th,Little Girl [Burning Fire] Ranked 32...Among the top 100, the syndicate alone occupies eight places. If it is
publicized, it will completely break the cognition of other organizations.But the strange thing is that, as the teacher of these people, the professor
did not appear on the ranking list-the stonemason is very sure that the
professor is also a player, after all, the latter can freely enter and exit
the square.Do not know what's going on...Mason buried his doubts in his heart. He had been in the syndicate for a long
time, and was promoted to a disciple to fill the vacancy until this morning.He didn't think he could beat the other disciples, even the weakest-looking
meowhead or bass had a kind of Via that could shock him.If you say too much wrong, let's continue to wait and see...Others did not notice the psychological fluctuations of the stonemason. The
professor finally put down the cup that had been wiped for a long time, raised
his head, looked at his disciples, and smiled gently: "The reason for calling
you today, presumably you already know. .This time the door fight~www.mtlnovel.com~ must reach the final round of the
final as much as possible...""Teacher rest assured."Wang Hu hammered both fists and said in a deep voice, "We won't let you down.""It's not a question of disappointment."The professor shook his head and said softly: "The emergence of the battle for
gates means that the fusion of the killing game and the real world has taken
another step.Those who sleep will wake up.The dead will be resurrected.The point is, it’s not who gets the door,But, don't let anyone get the door.This is related to the life and death of ordinary people in the real world. It
is far more important than you think..."Please remember the domain name of the book’s first publication:. 4Fiction
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