I collect waste in heaven

Chapter 1864 The Collapsed Meeting

meeting room.

There were seven people sitting in the entire meeting room.

Five men and two women.

Their age ranged from the prime of life to the twilight years, but no matter who was just sitting there, they all exuded an extremely astonishing aura.

It was as if the space behind them was distorting.

Their respective seats are their domains.

No one spoke in the meeting room, but the heavy pressure made one's heart tremble.

for a long time--

The old man sitting in the front and middle gently knocked on the table.

"Tell me what you think."

The old man's whispers didn't seem to have changed the atmosphere of the meeting much. In the end, a strong-looking man with a rough face suddenly burst out laughing.

"It seems that everyone is thinking very hard!"

His laughter seemed to have some kind of power, which destroyed the aura of the others, and then another old woman raised her head slightly.

"You are too noisy."

"Grandma, you are already so old. If I don't speak too loudly, I'm afraid you won't hear me." The burly man grinned and said, "It's impossible to keep everyone silent. If you just sit here, you won't be able to hear me." What's the point of a meeting?"

The middle-aged man in the conference room fell silent again after the strong man spoke.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so lifeless. Glasses... Come and try them out. They are all old and think too much. Please tell me."

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting on the third seat on the left raised his eyebrows.

His appearance is very feminine.

His face was even paler with no blood visible.

The ten fingers are very slender. If you just look at his hand, you will think it is the hand of an outstanding pianist or the chief surgeon.

He wears a ring on his right ring finger.

He sighed lightly.

He turned the ring on his ring finger.

"Can you stop shouting like a bandit and show some respect to other people."

"Is there?" The burly man shrugged, "Okay, I apologize to you, are you in a better mood now, can you express your opinion?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Do I need to say anything else?" The burly man laughed after hearing this. "My attitude has never changed from beginning to end. I do not accept the federal request."

"Now the federation asks us to send immortals to the federation to crusade against Xin Zhao. I wonder, how can there be such a reason. Is there any way to do things like this?" The burly and strong man squinted his eyebrows and glanced around. "Everyone, can you tell me that there is such a thing?"

The meeting room suddenly became silent again.

No one wants to speak again.

The burly man looked at the other people who were silent, and slammed his big hand on the table.

"No, don't tell me, you want to accept it?"

"Okay, then I'll ask you again, is Xin Zhao one of us?" The burly man scolded in a low voice, "Is he really?"

"Yes."

"If it is, then what is there to talk about? Don't tell me that you want to talk about Xin Zhao's past."

"Three swords, please control your emotions."

The old man sitting at the top frowned slightly, and the burly man shrugged and sat down on the seat again.

"I am just expressing my opinion. If you think I am too emotional, then I can choose not to participate in the entire discussion."

"I support the view of Three Swords."

The feminine-looking man expressed his views concisely and concisely.

"Tsk, that's right!" Sanjian smiled slightly after hearing this, "Although you are a soft-hearted guy, you can still tell clearly about right and wrong."

The feminine man didn't make a sound, but took a look at Sanjian and then looked away.

The masked man followed suit.

"The Federation has repeatedly targeted personnel related to Xin Zhao. The Zhao Group is second to none in the field of biological scientific research even in the world. Wang Yan almost got the Purple Sword. If there was no such accident, he should also sit here and participate in the council. Qingtian The door and the Iron Triangle mercenary group are also very powerful."

"Are we really going to push these people against us?"

The long words of the masked man were heard in the conference room, and the old man sitting at the head frowned.

"Then your decision!"

"I support the idea of ​​Three Swords and Five Swords." The masked man said forcefully.

The old man slammed the table down.

"It's not talking about that now."

The three swords who had been scolded shrugged and shut up again, and the old man looked at the other three people who did not express their views.

"I abstain."

A woman in a cheongsam raises her hand.

"Hey, yes, it's a good vote." Sanjian couldn't hold back and began to applaud again, "How can I say that even if the other two agree now, it's useless."

"Promise, how can you abstain from voting?" The old man in white robe frowned.

"We musicians shouldn't be involved in these things, and I'm not the sword bearer of the purple sword, I'm just a Chinese musician." The woman in the cheongsam said in a concentrated voice, "If you really want me to vote, I'm actually more inclined to the second sword." , Three Swords and Five Swords, are you sure you want me to vote?"

"Put it, vote it!"

Sanjian was so happy that he almost jumped up from his chair.

"Sister Nuo, if you vote for this, we will win."

"The Chinese musician has abstained from voting, and there is no chance to change it!" The old man's words suddenly stiffened the smile on San Jian's face.

Er Jian looked sideways and turned his head, Wu Jian's brows and eyes were fixed.

The old woman and the white-robed old man who hadn't expressed their opinions suddenly showed joy on their faces.

"I agree."

The old man in white robe raised his hand to express his opinion, even his voice was much higher.

"Abandoning Xin Zhao is worthwhile. Xin Zhao involves too many people. His power seems to be scattered, but it cannot be underestimated when he gathers together."

"Old man, are you eyeing the Zhao Group?" San Jian whispered in a low voice.

"Three swords, please respect yourself. When did I mention the words Zhao Group?" To be taken seriously. Also, Sanjian, you should call me senior."

"I support Yijian!"

The old woman suddenly spoke at this moment.

The current situation is two against three, with one abstention.

The two agreed, the other three opposed, and the five Zijian deacons had already expressed their opinions, and now the final decision was in the hands of the white-haired old man.

He has 1.5 votes.

Everyone stared at him, and the old man took a deep breath.

"I agree!"

The white-robed old man and the old woman suddenly smiled, the masked man clenched his fists suddenly, the feminine man narrowed his eyes, and the cheongsam-wearing musician lowered his head and sighed.

boom!
Sanjian's fist thumped hard on the conference table.

"What do you mean?"

He fixed his eyes on the chief old man, his eyes seemed to spew fire.

"Old man, I think you should give me a reasonable explanation."

Boom! ! !

The ground under Sanjian's feet suddenly exploded, and blue air flow surged around him.

"what are you doing?!"

The white-robed old man and the old woman stood up at the same time, with white and dark red air lingering around their bodies, looking sideways at the Three Swords and angrily reprimanded them.

"I really have had enough!"

The feminine-looking Wu Jian also burst out, staring at the white-robed old man and the old woman.

"It's really strange, is Five Swords now forming a faction with Three Swords?" the white-robed old man whispered.

"Why, can't you?"

Sanjian's eyes were filled with gloom, and he said in a concentrated voice.

"I usually have conflicts with Wu Jian, but our two pursuits are the same. What can we do if we form a faction, are you going to suppress us? I really look down on you, two old antiques who have been buried in the ground, if I If you punch, you may not be able to carry it."

"Young people nowadays are really getting more and more aggressive." The old woman squinted her eyes like a poisonous tongue.

"Three swords, five swords, calm down!"

The man in the half mask whispered.

Out of breath.

Block them from the breath of one sword and four swords.

"Ugh."

The cheongsam woman who was still sitting on the seat sighed softly, put her fingers on the table and tapped lightly, the sound seemed to be a sound wave hitting everyone.

In an instant, the breath from the conference room dissipated.

"Can you all calm down?" The cheongsam woman pinched her head, "They are all Deacon Zijian, you are really ugly now. If you really want to continue like this, then please don't invite me to future meetings. "

Several purple sword deacons sat down again.

Sanjian's face was still full of anger and he chuckled.

"I knew it would be like this. Ever since you suddenly said that you promised girls not to change their votes anymore, I knew it would be like this." Sanjian sneered and shook his head, "I didn't expect that you were the one who hid the deepest. You guys. Now we have won, three and a half votes against our three votes, but I will definitely not participate in this action, and from now on, our Warriors Association will no longer accept any deployment."

"You say you won't accept it if you don't accept it?" the old man in white robe whispered.

"Yeah, don't you believe it?" San Jian laughed after hearing this, "If you don't believe me, try it and see if my words are more effective or your words are more effective."

"you……"

"enough."

The white-haired old man whispered suddenly, and looked at the angry Sanjian and whispered.

"Three Swords, I have considered this decision."

"I don't need you to explain to me." Sanjian shook his head and said, "No matter what decision you make, you can make whatever decision you like. Anyway, from now on, don't touch my Warrior Association. Don't worry, our Warrior Association will do it. Good suppression mission."

"Five Swords..."

"I'm tired."

Wu Jian suddenly got up from his seat.

"I only represent an individual and do not participate in any action. Please don't invite me to future meetings. I will go to the federal headquarters to return the Purple Sword authorization someday."

The cheongsam musician sighed.

In fact, she had already thought that this would be the result.

Not that Xin Zhao is special.

It can only be said that this decision was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Can you listen to my thoughts!"

Suddenly, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a long-haired woman walked in from the outside, watching the scene in the conference room with a smile in her eyes.

"The talk has collapsed, then let me re-host the overall situation!"

(End of this chapter)