Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

Wang Luo turned to Nakamori Minghui and said, "Don't worry, everything will go smoothly. You have been approved by the High Table Council, and no one will threaten you."

"Hmm." Nakamori Minghui pursed her lips lightly, she didn't like this kind of life in her heart, especially the eyes of people around her looking at her, and the heavy atmosphere made her feel more worried about the future.

No matter what Minghui Nakamori thought, the ceremony was still going on smoothly.

Boom...boom!The cowhide drum was beat rhythmically by the priests of the shrine, and the noisy crowd immediately became extremely quiet when they heard it. All the members of the Jidao group bowed at ninety degrees, making way for a passage like the tide, as if in Greeting his own monarch.

Huh... The trumpet sounded long, Nakamori Minghui was led by Wang Luo into the main hall of the shrine, and Nakamori Minghui had an illusion, as if she had entered the palace of marriage. This weird illusion made her His face was slightly hot.

After Wang Luo looked around, he said in a deep voice: "This is the president of my Ji Dao Association. She has inherited the spirit of Ji Dao and carried the will of Ji Dao. From today onwards, what she represents is Ji Dao. road!"

Udo Jubei and other high-level executives of the original Kusakari group in the field seemed a little excited, especially Udo Jubei, as a loyal samurai, he was very happy to see Kusakari Kazuo's blood inherit the position of president.

The seven oldest counselor elders of the Jidao group came in front of Nakamori Minghui one by one. They have no influence in the Jidao group, but each of them has the title of Jidao warrior. bless it.

"From today onwards, the Jidao Group is your home, we are your family, we will protect you, but we will never allow betrayal. I wish you good health forever."

"Your soul and body belong to the extreme, and the bones that have been dyed black can never be changed back. I wish you endless power."

"Death is the ultimate affiliation. I wish you the sharp vision of an eagle and the ability to see everything."...

It is not so much a blessing as a warning, which contains indescribable oppressive force. This is one of the procedures of the ceremony, and it can be regarded as the tradition of the Jidou group.

Minghui Nakamori has held many concerts, and logically speaking, he would not be nervous, but today he was uncharacteristically stuttering in just two sentences of the oath.

"I... I will carry on the tradition of the Yakuza... I will be proud of the Yakuza."

This kind of performance is naturally unsatisfactory, and the elder advisors couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but no one said anything, or dared not say anything.

In the eyes of others, Nakamori Minghui's behavior is just normal, and even imagined that the purpose of "Shangquan Feicun" doing this is to reduce the prestige of the president and achieve better control.

The guests stayed outside the main hall, and all the middle and high-level members of the Jidao group filed into the main hall of the shrine.

Wang Luo held Nakamori Minghui's hand, and said to her frustrated: "Don't mind, these old guys are useless at all, you can just treat them like dogs, if it wasn't for the Jidao team, they would always give them allowances every year , they would have starved to death."

Zhong Mori Minghui gave Wang Luo a white look, and said, "Don't say that, they are elders after all, and they should maintain a certain amount of respect."

"Hehe... Elder? Each of them has the blood of innocent people in their hands, at least dozens of lives." Wang Luo said dismissively.

The old men walking in front obviously heard Wang Luo's words, and they didn't dare to refute, so they quickly walked a few steps faster. Compared with Nakamori Minghui's weakness, "Shangquan Feicun" is really a brutal hungry tiger.

There is a white curtain hanging in the main hall, with the names of previous presidents written on it, and the atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

Each Jidao team member sat on both sides in turn according to the level of the organization they belonged to, leaving a passage.

Nakamori Minghui and Wang Luo walked side by side on the tatami mats, and then sat in the front seat. The two sat side by side. This behavior completely violated the tradition, but it won the approval and acquiescence of the vast majority of people.

Boom!Boom!The priests beat the drum again.

Holding a jar of wine in both hands, Yutang Shibingwei said loudly, "Cut open your palms and dedicate your blood to the leader. Our loyalty to the leader is like treating our parents. The leader's order is the embodiment of our will."

After kowtowing to Nakamori Minghui, the leaders of the Jidao team dripped their own blood into the wine jar when Udo Juhei walked in front of them. Unbearable, filled with a thick smell of blood.

Nakamori Minghui almost vomited, but after holding back, he forcibly drank a small dish, his stomach was overwhelmed, and his complexion became extremely ugly.

Wang Luo patted Nakamori Minghui on the back, picked up the wine jar, gulped it all down, and then said: "The wine made from this loyalty has already blended with the leader's flesh and blood, and I will definitely not betray you." This loyalty."

"Yes!" All the Jidao group leaders kowtowed in submission, not to Nakamori Minghui, but to the man beside her.

Minghui Nakamori didn't care even if she knew what the team leaders were thinking. She just liked to sing and lived a carefree life. If possible, she wished she could not participate in the affairs of the Goblin at all.

At this time, the special envoy from the High Table Council held a gold seal in front of Nakamori Minghui with both hands, and said in a deep voice: "On behalf of the High Table Council, I hand over this identity certificate to the president of the Jidao Group. It represents The supreme authority of the Council of the High Table."

This special envoy was about 30 years old, thin and thin, wearing a black windbreaker, with a stern face, like an iceberg without any emotion, and exuded the aura of not being close to strangers all over his body.

Ordinary men would not involuntarily lose their minds when they saw the beautiful Nakamori Minghui, but this special envoy didn't even bat an eyelid.

"Minghui Nakamori will never forget his mission." Minghui Zhongmori quickly took the seal and said.

The handover process went very smoothly. The High Table Council didn't play tricks. It seemed that it acquiesced to Wang Luo's behavior of manipulating the Jidao Group behind the scenes. With the powerful intelligence capabilities of the High Table Council, it is not difficult to conclude that the entire Jidao Team has actually fallen into "" In the hands of Shangquan Feicun".

The Eastern Japanese people have a strong sense of xenophobia. Even though the Eastern Japanese were exterminated for decades, they still did not disintegrate the Jidao group. The tenacious ability to survive and extraordinary cohesion are the foundation for this organization to occupy a place in the High Table Council.