Chapter 364: Genre Federation

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The eye of the demon attacked Phantom Stream!
This news spread throughout the free world in a flash. Everyone was stunned.
When hearing this incredible news, the first thought that flashed in everyone's mind was: "Free world, chaos!"
People in other countries may not understand it, but for people in the free world, this news is simply a complete subversion of traditional ideas and traditional forces!
You know, in the free world, no matter how big a business group chaebol, no matter how ruthless pirate mercenaries, no one has ever dared to openly attack a traditional mech genre!
The mech genre is not very powerful. It seems that they just own several mech fighting halls, own some industries, and operate mech-related businesses.
However, in the eyes of all people in the free world, they are a symbol of the free world. It is the oldest organization in the free world, and it is also the pillar of the entire free world's mecha pattern and forces. Under their hands are thousands of disciples.
Of these disciples, how many are the chaebol presidents, gang leaders, and pirate leaders, no one knows.
The Mech School has already taken root in the free world. Under their sturdy branches, there are terror roots intertwined and coiled.
They are independent and high above. Never intervene in the battle of the free world. The battle is only between genres and genres!
And now, the Phantom Stream, once one of the eight major schools, was actually attacked by a second-rate pirate group! Although it has long been known that Phantom Stream has gradually declined due to the lack of core skills. However, this news, still surprised everyone speechless.
Think of [Tai Liu] behind the Devil ’s Eye again, and everyone understands that this is by no means an ordinary attack. In a sense, this is the beginning and symbol of the change in the pattern of the free world.
"This is an accident!"
Aquarius Ginza, 1260 Ninth Avenue, Mars Center City, is an off-white building. Perhaps it is more precise to describe it as a miniature space city. The building is two hundred and sixty stories high and has complete facilities. There are ecological balance systems and circulation systems in Space City.
And there is a super environment system that Space City does not have. Entering the building is like walking into the forest. The fresh air and sufficient negative ions make everyone in it feel relaxed and happy.
In the building, there are the best and most expensive hotels in Freeport, as well as the most high-end shopping malls and nightclubs. Most importantly, all major forces in the free world have liaison offices here.
At this moment, in the conference room of the Golden Oak Hotel on the top floor of the building, Stillman is spreading his hands innocently, talking to dozens of sect masters, elders and spokesmen of major forces: "We try to avoid This tragedy. We just got the news that a business group set out from the Leray Federal, the destination is Mars Freeport, and the ship carries valuable luxury goods. Our goal is definitely not the old Mr. Smith of Mirage Stream And Mr. Little Smith. If we really want to start with Phantom, I think ... "
Stillman turned his head and looked at the phantom stream masters Smith and Kozmo sitting on the side and smiled slightly: "I believe that the passenger ship, it is impossible to escape our killing. And Mr. Smith and the younger Mr. Smith, now, it is impossible to sit here safely. "
After exchanging a meaningful look with the [Thai] Liu Sect Master Kuber next to him, Stillman said leisurely: "How are you, Mr. Smith and I are happy to be in the Lehre Federation this time? Everyone share it? "
There was silence in the meeting room, the old ones were heavy-weighted, and their eyelids were drooped silently, while the younger ones exchanged surprise or gloating eyes.
Seeing Stillman turn off the subject so lightly, Kozmo slapped angrily on the table and stood up suddenly: "Stillman! There are shadows of phantom flow on the merchant and frigate ships. Logo. Do you know? Today, if you give an account, I ... "
"What do you want to do?" Stillman raised his eyelids smirklessly, his eyes squeezed like knives on Kozmo's body.
After all, Kozmo was young, and was about to be tit-for-tat, but was pulled by old Smith.
"Sit down!" The silver-haired old Smith scolded Cosmo and turned to look at Stillman: "This matter, since it has been spread out on the table today, said Head Stillman, I'm afraid I have to give us an explanation. "
Old Smith looked around and calmly continued: "Mars Freeport has never happened to the genre for so many years. Now the genre, hehe, can anyone be bullied?"
Kozmo sat down angrily. He knew that with the current situation of Phantom Stream, it was impossible to retaliate against the Demon Eye Pirates alone. The phantom stream has fallen, and this time it was robbed, and it hurts even more.
Looking at his father's gray hair, a feeling of remorse and anguish stuck in Kozmo's heart like a knife. If it were not for his desperate efforts to urge his father to set up a branch in Leray and lead the family elite, this time the loss would not be so serious.
The elders and disciples of the family are still safe, but the family members accumulated over the years have been looted in this looting.
Can't find the core technique and suffered such a huge loss. Now the phantom flow has been distracted. In the past, disciples who had money and authority often came to visit their fathers, but now such a big thing happened, they didn't even have a phone.
This meeting is now the last hope of the family.
Although the phantom stream has fallen, it is still a big school after all. My father is leading the topic on the road, hoping that all genres will be able to fight the enemy. The Demon Eye can now start against phantoms, and in the future, it can start against other genres!
Cosmo looked around, a heart slowly sinking to the bottom.
In the meeting room of the major schools and forces of Mars Freeport, weird performances are being staged.
Some people cough and spit, some people close their eyes and rest their minds, and some people whisper to each other but they don't look at it.
"This is a blame. You can only blame Smith for what you do not breathe." [Thai] Sovereign Lord Cooper blew his lips, opened the tea leaves floating in the cup, took a sip, and said lightly: "Such a thing If you change to Tailiu, it won't happen. If anyone dares to fight against Tailiu, I will destroy his family. "
Cooper's harsh and arrogant words did not attract the imagination.
In the conference room, it seemed quieter than before. The most serious reaction was that some sect masters with their eyelids drooped and looked up at Cooper.
In the absence of the No. 1 killer stream and the No. 2 breaking mountain stream, there is indeed no genre that dares to compete with the current third-ranking Tai Liu, which is expanding rapidly.
"Speaking of that, I still want to ask." Cooper touched his bald head and patted his head one by one, then said to the old Smith: "I heard that your son is in the limelight this time. Actually I do n’t care much about the face of your phantom stream, but he loses even the faces of all our folk genres, so I ca n’t help but ask the last sentence ... How can you teach your son if you are old? "
"What did you say?" Kozmo snapped up, his eyes red with anger.
"What am I saying ..." Cooper looked at Kozmo without a glance, sneered: "It's your business, I want to talk here, and wait for you to kill your old family, and you'll be the master! Now, let me get out. ! "
There was no sound in the conference room. The few people sitting next to Cooper looked coldly at Kozmo, who was angry, and old Smith, who had clenched his teeth.
Stillman leisurely stirred the coffee in the jade porcelain cup with a silver spoon. The spoon and the wall of the cup collided, making a jingle.
"So ..." Old Smith also stood up, glaring at Cooper: "Aren't the genre federations fair for us in this meeting?"
"Are you confused?" A young man with a vicious look beside Cooper smiled contemptuously: "This is something about you and the Devil's Eye, what justice do we want you to preside over? They are pirates, do you miss them? Will you give back the stolen goods? What do you eat?
"It's a disadvantage to take advantage of it." Cooper smiled slightly: "It's good to be alive. Isn't there a few well-arranged mecha halls in Phantom Stream? Anyway, you are now reduced to this point, and you can't accept students when you open the door. Simply , It ’s all transferred to me. See you pitifully, I will give you a good price, plus a few mecha repair workshops and other industries in your phantom flow, which is basically enough for you to survive. "
With that, Cooper turned around and looked at Stillman again. He knocked on the table and said, "Head Stillman, this time is fine. Next time, this is not allowed anymore! You ca n’t afford the other genres. After two days, take out some of the things you grab and give them points. This time we will not pursue anything! "
A blatant insult, a blatant split. Cooper didn't look at Old Smith. There was silence in the meeting room, everyone looked indifferent, and no one stood up to say a word for the phantom flow. Tailiu is so arrogant to cover the sky with one hand!
Kozmo clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost sinking into the flesh.
He understood that after this meeting, the phantom stream would cease to exist.
"Want our fighting hall?"
Kosmo's ear heard the voice of old Smith. He turned his head and looked, and found that his father stood upright and stood upright: "We might as well bet a game! Demon King-level fighting challenge. Phantom flow against Thai flow, I bet on all industries of Phantom flow, lose, the entire Phantom flow includes Students and techniques are all incorporated into Tailiu! "
"Devil-level fighting challenge!"
Together with Cosmo and Cooper, everyone was stunned by the words of old Smith.
That's not actually fighting, it's a duel! Endless duel!
"Father!" I have always wanted to challenge Cooper, but I have been persevering in restraining Kozmo's loss of voice: "You ..."
"Dare?" Old Smith ignored Kozmo, his eyes fixed on Cooper's face. At this moment, the old man must show his hair like an angry lion.
Cooper stared coldly at Old Smith without any dodge, and there was a slight sneer in the corner of his mouth: "Old Fox, you are a good abacus. Knowing that when you walk out of this door, the phantom flow becomes everyone's laughing stock. Since then, there is no longer anymore, and you have continued to breathe in this way. Demon King Challenge, if you want me to overwhelm everything in Tailiu, depending on your current capital, are you also worthy? "
"But ..." Cooper picked up the teacup, shook his head, and sneered. "I promised your challenge. The phantom flow is still uprooted. I looked upset."

"Phantom stream ..." The fat man who just woke up was a little dazed, and his face was blank: "What kind of thing is this? I'm quite aware of the indecent."
If he did n’t know that the fat man had stayed up all night again and carried out the modification and finishing work of several armed merchant ships, Helen could not help but smash his camera on his head.
"Last time at the Capital's First Military Academy, you played against them ..." Carl turned his head to look at Helen: "Is the guy you interviewed later streaming?"
"Yeah!" Helen turned off the camera, didn't shoot the fat man's sleepy eyes, and scratched his face with his hand, nodded to Carl: "It's called Kozmo, it's a first-level mecha knight of Mirage Stream. After the second match, I still wanted to ask him to come to apprenticeship. I was also in the capital for two days. After applying for an interview, I took him with me, and it turned out ... this guy ran to Gary Palan. "
"Oh ..." The fat man looked suddenly understood, and said confusedly: "What does this have to do with us?"
"It does matter!" Barbarossa just walked into the office.
The fat man was frightened and turned to look at Barbarossa with a look of excitement: "You took the wrong medicine ... what are you doing so excited?"
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