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

Music suddenly started playing in the abandoned warehouse.

"Thump thump thump! Thump thump! Thump thump thump! Wait! Thump thump..."

Hearing this gave me a headache.

This seems to be the athletes' march that used to play on repeat all day long when I participated in school sports meets during my student days.

What are these people who got themselves out of the hospital up to?

"The one approaching us now is Comrade North Wind, who, for the sake of the operation's success, personally rolled his face in fire, disfigured himself, feigned madness, and went into hiding alone. He was absolutely not forced by anyone!"

A clone holds a microphone and acts as the host.

Because of his disfigurement, Beifeng no longer needed to wear a hood. With a terrifying smile, he waved to the crowd as he walked toward the podium.

Song Gua was carrying a plate containing some props.

Scrolls, potions, array compasses, and other such professional resources are all of high quality and level.

Because these weren't made by Song Gua's clones, nor were they bought; they were stockpiled from the eight major guilds when they were fighting for the BOSS.

"I now officially bestow upon you the exclusive title of North Wind. From this day forward, you are the organization's strategist, a sharp blade ready to lead the charge at any time!"

North Wind was moved to tears, accepted the prize, and gave an acceptance speech.

"Standing here today, I am very excited. My family members don't understand. That old scoundrel actually kept his promise!"

With a boss like that, who else would we follow?

First of all, I want to thank my parents for their hard work and sacrifices..."

Song Gua kicked him down.

"Next."

The host, in a passionate and fluent Mandarin, continued hosting the event.

"And now approaching us is a two-faced scoundrel, a liar who manipulated the Avengers' ladies, stole a powerful treasure for his boss, but then gave his body double to his sugar daddy—Whiteboard!"

Blood Brother stepped onto the podium.

Song Gua gave him a complete set of level 20 flawless armor and a level 20 rare whip weapon.

"This set isn't cheap, don't say I don't care about you."

"Brother! Even if you don't give me these, I wouldn't dare refuse to give you this!"

Blood Brother took the Dragon Ring out of his backpack and handed it to Song Gua.

This is a level 30 artifact. Song Gua can't equip it yet, but just holding it in his hand makes him feel great.

"We're all respectable people, so we can't be without proper etiquette."

"Thank you so much, boss! Also, I want to say thank you to my parents, it was him..."

Song Gua kicked Xuezi Ge down.

"Next."

"Now approaching us is Hong Zhong, who cleverly broke into the secret operating room and brought out the true form of Bing Shen... whose achievements don't seem to be that great!"

Song Gua also prepared a set of level 20 equipment for Huo Zi Ge.

Although Huozi is not yet level 20, he will reach level 20 in no time if he goes out to practice more.

After receiving the prize, Huozi jumped down immediately to avoid being kicked.

Monkey and Ghost protested from the side.

"We want to receive an award too!"

Song Gua rejected their protest.

"After each operation, we only award prizes to the top three. The rest just need to perform well in the next operation."

Life should be full of rituals.

Especially when leading a team.

Look at the way Monkey King and Ghost King are acting with such reckless energy; they'll definitely be even more enthusiastic next time.

"Damn old thief, why didn't they give out awards after the last boss raid?"

"Exactly! Last time, it was all thanks to my talent that I summoned so many creatures; otherwise, how could I have snatched the BOSS!"

"My monkey offspring are also very important."

"Last time, the author probably just forgot."

"I'm so angry! Strike! Strike!"

Song Gua glared at the two idiots.

"You two have the best weapons among us, what more could you want?"

The two immediately shut up; one started whistling, and the other started playing with a large knife.

Song Gua is wearing a hood at this moment.

He gestured for the host to turn off the sound system, then slowly walked towards Bing Shen lying on the ground.

"Brother Bing, you're already awake, what are you pretending for?"

Bing Shen opened his eyes and scanned the entire room.

All the clones wore hoods and Taoist robes.

With outsiders present, everyone was on guard.

No information about the main body was revealed in the conversation just now.

Bing Shen sat up, looking rather lazy.

"What are you weirdos up to? I remember when I was on the operating table, that heartless hospital director was trying to rip out my heart, and you were the ones who kidnapped me? Why did you save me? And who are you people?"

One of his clones pushed over a grand chair, and Song Gua crossed his legs and sat down.

"Brother Bing, you've got a lot of questions. No rush, are you thirsty?"

Song Gua snapped his fingers.

Blood Brother brought over two glasses of red wine.

"Let go of Brother Bing's hand, otherwise how will he drink?"

Several clones stepped forward and untied the abyssal rock bindings on Bing Shen's hands.

"You dare to let go of my hands? If I untie all the restraints, you won't be able to keep me here."

"The world is vast, Brother Bing, you are free to go wherever you want. I went to great lengths to rescue you not to keep you here, but simply to clarify some things."

Bing Shen accepted the red wine and tasted it with impeccable gentlemanly table manners, which made Xue Zi raise an eyebrow and exclaim, "A kindred spirit indeed!"

Bing Shen smiled and said, "Alright, considering you saved me, tell me, what do you want to know?"

"Are you really mentally ill?"

"I used to! But I got better later, and Yue Sheng didn't know. He thought I had relapsed, hahaha!"

"Why didn't Yue Sheng just sentence you directly? Why did he have to bring you all the way from Beijing to Yunshan City for medical treatment?"

"I committed a capital crime. If he sentences me, I'm done for. Then what the government is trying to recover will be lost forever!"

Yes.

That's why the government attaches so much importance to it.

That's exactly what Song Gua wanted!

"So where did you hide it?"

Bing Shen lay on the ground, holding a wine glass, his body leaning back.

Why should I tell you?

Song Gua smiled.

"Young Master Pang should still be waiting for your heart."

Bing Shen spat out the mouthful of wine he had just drunk.

The thought of being on the operating table, watching the scalpel waving in front of his eyes, made Bing Shen feel like he was about to pee his pants.

so horrible.

He has experienced a rich and varied life, but being at the mercy of others on the operating table was still beyond his psychological capacity.

"Looks like you're not a good person either."

Song Gua laughed.

"Good person? Bad person? Those are definitions that only children use. Bad people don't think they are bad. If someone thinks they are bad, that's not bad, that's stupid."

Bing Shen laughed heartily.

"Interesting! Interesting! A bunch of newbies in their late teens and early twenties managed to get me out of that hospital. Looks like you guys are something else!"

"Are you willing to tell me now?"

Bing Shen looked at this group of freaks.

"I suppose if I hadn't spoken up today, I would have been pushed onto the operating table again."

"The Pang family is offering a large sum of money for my heart, and I'm very tempted."

"The Divine Stele of the Illusionary Realm"

"What is it?"

"you do not know?"

"I would like to hear the details."

"You don't even know this, yet you want to get involved? I think you should just give up. It's a dangerous thing. Even if I gave it to you, I doubt you would want it."

"I, Dice, am never afraid of danger!"

Bing Shen gave a bitter laugh. "Do you know how I came to be cured of my mental illness?"