The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Today, the bandit headquarters is experiencing another harmonious and friendly day.

"That old scoundrel is incompetent, and the officials are abusing their power! Are kings and generals born with a special destiny? The people have suffered for too long! Now, all of you are joining my uprising. If we succeed, we will redistribute the warehouse resources and lavishly reward the new officials!"

On the "Mountain" award stage, which is usually used for award presentations, Monkey King stood up, holding a flag with a monkey face painted on it and waving it around.

A group of people, including those who had been involved in gambling, surrounded the award ceremony stage, raising their fists and cheering loudly.

"The Azure Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! The year is Jiazi! Great fortune awaits the world!"

"That lazy old thief! He's nowhere near as diligent as our Monkey King, who juggles multiple roles and works tirelessly! What right does he have to be called an old thief?!"

"That's right! Let's support Monkey King as both the new and old thief!"

"Revolt! Revolt! Revolt!"

"Rise up! You suffering embodiment of the whole world!"

This is currently the most radical and largest group within the bandits; they call themselves the rebel army.

Eighty percent of the rebels came from the cannon fodder group.

The noise here is chaotic, but right next to us, everything is very orderly.

Dozens of clones sat on rows of desks and chairs, their faces showing the expressions of well-behaved, studious children, staring at the blackboard in front of them.

Huozi pulled out a pair of glasses from somewhere and put them on. He held a teaching stick in his hand, pointed at the four words on the blackboard, and spoke in a teacher's tone.

"You are all newcomers. Although you have memories, you still lack practical experience."

What's the most important thing when you're a bandit?

Yes, that's right, you need to master the four-character mantra. Come on, repeat after me.

Am I pretty?

A group of newly recruited bandits, sitting upright and serious, began to recite along.

"I'm pretty!"

"No, this tone needs to rise. Am I pretty?"

Am I pretty?

"Right, that's when you express confusion and speechlessness. If you want to express anger, how do you say it? Like this, 'My beautiful mom!'"

"My beautiful mom!"

"Yes, yes, you are the fastest learning class I have ever taught. Then we can go straight to the second lesson."

What skills must a bandit master? Lucky Guy!

Teaching assistant Lucky Guy steps onto the podium.

"Next, I will explain the key points of the self-destruction technique. First, clench your fists tightly, stick your buttocks out slightly, straighten your chest and lift your head..."

This is a new recruit training course within the bandits' ranks.

Next to the training class, there was a pair of big eyes blinking blankly.

He is Song Gua's pet, the Demon Eye Q.

He has been frequently summoned recently because there is a group of people in his clones who want to worship him.

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era—"

"The Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog—"

"The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune—"

"Oh, praise be to the fool!"

Q had no idea where these self-proclaimed Fools' Cult clones had read any strange books.

Anyway, I have to pray to him every day now, otherwise he'll go on strike.

Q extended a tentacle, snatched a bottle of wine from Blood Brother next door, and started gulping it down.

Blood Brother was surrounded by a group of clones, all of whom were fond of alcohol.

"In this fast-paced organization, how many people are left who can slow down like us and savor a fine wine?"

A group of clones who idolized Blood Brother raised their glasses.

"We're here too!"

"A salute to our forever elegant Blood Brother!"

"Monkey King is still rebelling, but our Blood Brother has accumulated so much experience for the old thief and our brothers since his birth. If anyone's going to be the old thief, it'll be our Blood Brother!"

"No, wait, we brothers in the wine club don't get involved in these frivolous things. Let's drink, let's drink, cheers to Bilibili!"

The intelligence department of Da Congming has a bunch of computers that are used for office work and data collection, but now they have been taken over by the internet addict and his men.

This group of people is having a 5v5 civil war.

The clicking of the mouse and keyboard was incessant.

Unfortunately, these people were all very unskilled.

The result of these two noobs fighting each other is that the game has turned into a stalemate.

"My God, it's been over an hour! Can't you guys finish?!"

"Hey bro, let's just leave this game alone, I've already peed!"

"Damn! No wonder it smells like urine! Go and self-destruct after you're done!"

"No way! I'm a gaming addict in LOL. I can lose ranked games, but I have to win our internal matches! Come on! Gather together, team fight at the bottom lane second tower! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

"Keep your voice down! They're sitting right across from me, damn it! What are they plotting so loudly? What do we have? We have earphones!"

"How much longer will this game go...?"

This is the internet addiction group within the bandits.

Alongside the internet addiction group, there is also a group of verbally aggressive individuals who always stand behind the internet addiction group, pointing fingers and giving unsolicited advice.

Some people are playing online games, while others are playing board games.

"Close your eyes when it's dark, open your eyes if you're a werewolf!"

"Huh? Aren't they the Three Wolves? Why are there five people with their eyes open?"

"Who the hell read someone else's memories and thinks they've been given the werewolf card?! Start over!"

"Starting over again? Can't you guys be serious?! Damn it, from morning till night, the first night hasn't even passed! I've been doing eye exercises!"

This group of bandits called themselves the Wolf Den.

Next to the wolf's den was a cat's den, a real cat's den, where a bunch of colorful cats lived.

Four cats and a group of clones wearing police masks are feeding the cats.

"Those four seniors are all forming cliques, should we start one too?"

Four of them tilted their heads and asked.

"Sure, what gang are we?"

"Let the cat teach you!"

"Sure!"

Before the words were even finished, a group of clones carrying dice flags marched past, their footsteps shaking the ground and startling the cats so much that they scurried into the holes of the cat ladder.

The bandits were circling the field, again and again.

"Defend the old traitor's sole regime! Suppress all small rebellious groups!"

"Uphold the spirit of the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion as the sole belief! Eliminate all heretics!"

"We advocate a performance-based system! Assemble the bandit cannon fodder groups that don't perform well!"

This band of bandits, who call themselves a regular army, are very loyal to the main body. Their numbers are only slightly less than those of the rebel army, and most of their members come from the middle layer between the main force and the cannon fodder.

They are too eager to improve.

In addition to the clubs mentioned above.

There were also groups that gathered together to refine elixirs, and every now and then their furnaces would explode.

There were also people surrounding Brother Wu, watching him transform into all sorts of indescribable things.

There were also people taking photos with the photographer.

Why not do something else but sit on the sidelines like "Guazi Ge" (a popular internet personality), watching the show and eating melon seeds?

Not only are the living forming cliques, but the three who have become spirits are also following suit.

Curious Guy #1: "In our Soul Group, I'm sure I'm fit to be the leader, right?"

Curious Guy #2: "Oh~ then I'm the handsome leader of the Soul Group."

Curious Guy #3: "I'll reluctantly become the detective of the Soul Team, that's all."

Dark Balance: "What the hell is your pretty mom up to now?"

Dark pocket watch: "Oh, my detective, what position would suit me?"

Dark Dagger: "Let me out! Let me out! You bastards!!!"

The entire warehouse was packed with people.

The sewing machine department, personally led by Song Gua, was so crowded that there was no room left. They could only move the machines to the open space at the warehouse entrance and stomp on them with a "buzzing" sound.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Song Gua worked tirelessly, using both hands and feet, to make bandit robes and hoods.

"What do you mean by biodiversity? When the forest gets big, you can find all sorts of things..."