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"That chicken is worth a spot, is there really one that weak? Could there be a mistake?" someone asked uncertainly.

"But he's already the most powerful one we've found; all the other dark elves have been killed by us."

"Hey, I'm asking you, what's your name?" One of the contestants slapped Malekith across the face, leaving him completely stunned.

"This alien bumpkin probably can't understand our sophisticated Earth language; he probably can't even understand what we're saying!"

The group chatted leisurely, completely ignoring Malekith in their hands.

What a shame, what a shame!

The Dark Elf was once a contender to dominate the Nine Realms, yet he was being treated like trash. This was outrageous!

Thinking of this, he stiffened his neck and glared at the group without hesitation, then said in the most honest tone, "Brothers, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name isn't Malekith. The leader just sneaked away and went in that direction."

As he spoke, he pointed in another direction without hesitation.

"Hey~ This guy speaks Earth dialect so fluently! That's amazing." The group didn't seem worried about their target escaping, and their expressions were incredibly relaxed.

After all, the five people present had already given all the dark elves to Tutu, and they could all survive as long as nothing unexpected happened. Now they just wanted to get double the reward.

So, seeing that Malekith was worthless, a criminal swung his large hand and slapped him directly.

"Hey, no..." Malekith's pupils constricted sharply as he tried to stop him.

"Snapped!"

Chapter 257 Marvel Weightlifting Champion

Malekith eventually died, in obscurity and in a very hasty manner.

Under the criminal's powerful hand, he was directly turned into mincemeat, and his ambition to rule the universe came to an abrupt end.

"Hey, you're stealing my kill, aren't you? Don't you have any manners? At least we should play rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets to kill me."

A criminal, watching his head being snatched away, angrily exclaimed, "What if this guy is lying?"

Despite their anger, since there was no longer any threat of death, they didn't care too much about who would get the remaining spot.

After all, getting an extra spot only doubles the regional resource allocation; it doesn't give them an extra life. In the eyes of these criminals, it's just something dispensable.

As for the one who made the move, it was naturally Mashiwacha, who was fighting for the Indian region. After secretly taking the head, he coldly looked back at the questioning of others and remained silent.

The group exchanged smirks but remained silent, simply waiting for the final settlement.

One minute later, the spatial ability user remotely used their power to remove the winner from the arena.

The group felt a sudden pull in space, which carried them away from the battlefield. When they came to their senses, they saw Kingpin, Stark, and the others sitting in chairs watching them.

In an instant, the five people who had been so arrogant just moments before suddenly became extremely solemn.

The next second, these criminals knelt down one by one like mountains of gold and jade pillars collapsing, prostrating themselves and saying in unison, "Greetings to all the Presidents of the World."

"You're quite clever," Kingpin said with a satisfied smile.

“We will always remember the kindness of Your Majesty and the President. Without you, we would not have a second life. You gave us our lives.”

"Reporting to Your Excellencies, we have repented and will never dare to do anything harmful to society again."

……

In front of a global live broadcast, the criminals who were just moments before acting arrogantly became more docile than kittens and more obedient than lapdogs when they saw Kingpin and his men, causing a sense of disillusionment in countless viewers.

"Your strength is not bad. You can stand out among all criminals and barely make it into the Global Defense Force."

Kingpin's eyes were calm and expressionless, but his words stirred up a storm in the hearts of the five criminals.

"President Kim means that we can join the legendary Global Defense Force!" The five criminals were incredibly excited, and of course, they clearly understood what this meant.

Behead first and report later, royal authority has granted permission.

His position transcends that of a regional commander, directly reporting to the Grand Commander—a privilege most people couldn't even dream of.

"Thank you, President Xie Jin!" the criminals said again.

"What are you saying? You should thank His Majesty; it was he who gave you this opportunity."

Rodriguez, who was standing nearby, interrupted to correct him, causing the criminals to panic and repeatedly agree.

Stark watched this scene without saying a word.

Kingpin said he wanted to bring the men into the guard, but he still needed to review their case and see what crimes they had committed before deciding whether to agree.

Several contestants lay prone on the ground, only to hear Kingpin say the following: "According to the competition procedure, the next step should be to award medals to the champion of the Extraordinary Group... by His Majesty himself."

! ! ! ! !

Upon hearing this, the criminals, who had been lying obediently, widened their eyes and suddenly raised their heads to stare at Kingpin.

'His Majesty will present us with awards? Am I dreaming?!'

It was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in their hearts; the five of them felt their hearts race wildly, it was simply unbelievable.

During the live stream, the envious comments suddenly stopped, and then an overwhelming wave of jealousy and regret almost overflowed.

If jealousy could kill, these people would have been killed by global emotions long ago.

The criminals trembled violently. If joining the Global Guard was a stroke of good fortune before, this was something even their ancestors wouldn't have dared to dream of.

This is White Night!

The ruler of Earth! The one who ushered in the extraordinary era! The supreme god in the hearts of people all over the world!

I must personally present them with the medals now!

The members of the extraordinary guard standing nearby looked at the criminals, feeling somewhat annoyed.

Damn it, how dare these pieces of trash receive an award from His Majesty? I should have become a criminal myself!

"You'll need to wait a while. His Majesty is busy and can't come right now," Kingpin said, looking at the message Bai Ye had sent.

“After all, unlike you criminals, His Majesty carries the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, so he can’t just see things casually,” Rodriguez said.

“I understand, I understand. His Majesty has the entire universe on his mind and is definitely dealing with something of paramount importance right now. It is already a great honor for us to be able to see him.”

Mahiva offered the tea with utmost respect.

White Night at this moment: ...

Gwen at this moment: "Ah! Ah! Ah! Slow down, I can't take it anymore! Ohhhhhh!"

Camilla, Little Rascal, and Susan are all present at this moment.

Seeing that the group was quite sensible, Kingpin nodded lightly and said, "It's good that you understand. Get up now. After all, you are criminals. Being spared death is not the same as being exempt from punishment. To prevent you from offending the Emperor, put on handcuffs and wait on the side."

After he finished speaking, the criminals got up, and the disgruntled guards stepped forward to handcuff them and wait quietly inside.

Meanwhile, Stark and his team continued to watch the matches of players from other regions while waiting.

An hour later, Bai Ye arrived late, having tidied his clothes. As soon as he entered the White House, he saw several contestants wearing handcuffs.

"What are you doing? What's the point of wearing it? It won't protect you anyway," Bai Ye said indifferently.

Then, in front of the criminals who were so excited that they knelt down, he casually tore off the alloy shackles.

'Your Majesty, you are so gentle!'

The criminals were deeply moved. Looking at the boy in front of them, they saw Tianyan up close for the first time, and they did not feel any resentment because of the hour-long wait.

Even if it takes another ten years, it's worth it.

"Give me the medals." Bai Ye waved his hand and said, and a tray was immediately presented to him, containing six medals made of pure gold.

Picking up a medal made of pure gold, Bai Ye placed it directly around the neck of the ringleader.

Then, following the same pattern, the sixth medal was placed by Bai Ye on Mashiwacha's neck, after he already had a medal on his neck.

"You did a good job just now, and you even killed the leader of the dark elves. Keep up the good work in the future," Bai Ye said, gently patting Mashiwacha on the shoulder.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Mashiwa spoke in a firm tone, afraid of offending Bai Ye by saying something inappropriate. Then, mustering his courage, he said, "I have another request, please grant me permission."

"Kid, don't go too far!" The guards on the side gritted their teeth and glared at Mashiwacha.

"Oh, as long as it's not too excessive," Bai Ye said, not really caring.

"I've always considered you my idol, I... I want your autograph!" Mashiwacha stammered excitedly.

"Signature? No problem, where do you want it signed?" Bai Ye nodded.

"Just carry it on your back." Mashiwacha felt his heartbeat accelerate several times faster than normal!

Chapter 258 If Bai Ye can sit here, why can't I?

The demand for Mahiwa tea was seen as incredibly presumptuous by those around them.

Want the original White Night?

You should know that now, as the only and eternal emperor of Earth, everything from Bai Ye's past has been sealed away.

Things like the test paper I wrote for the first time when I was in elementary school and the carousel I rode at the amusement park are preserved as cultural relics.

If someone secretly collects something like this, that's one thing, but if they dare to sell it, they'll be punished by exterminating their entire family.

If someone owned an authentic Bai Ye painting, they would bow twice before leaving as a sign of respect.

When asked for Mashiwa tea, Bai Ye nodded casually.

In front of the other guys whose eyes were bloodshot and who were so jealous they were practically bleeding, Bai Ye took out a ballpoint pen from his spatial storage and signed his name on their backs.

Mashiwa felt a surge of excitement coursing through his body. He hadn't lied about what he'd just said; he truly was a die-hard fan of Baiye.

He dared not allow the signature on his back to be damaged in the slightest.

He decided that once he got back, he would peel off all the skin from his body and fill the inside with precious metals to support the skin.

Once the dummy is successfully made, it will be blessed with immortality, and its legacy will endure forever under the rule of the White Night.

The only problem now is whether, once I get back, the Prime Minister and others in the Indian region might take my signature under the pretext of protecting cultural relics.

Mashivacha was in distress, after all, he was just a minor Brahmin in the Indian subcontinent.

Bai Ye casually pinned medals on a few criminals, offered them some words of encouragement, saying things like "You are the real man," and after making them feel excited, he decided to leave.