One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

I'll give you plenty of time to think it over.

"Should we stay here and stay in jail, or follow our Heavenly Lord and go see this beautiful land, with nine meals a day?"

"You choose."

After saying that, Zhang Chulan picked up the black briefcase and waved to Feng Baobao, who was still drawing a turtle:

"Sister Bao'er, let's go! Let's go eat roast duck after get off work!"

"Oh, coming."

Feng Baobao closed her notebook, slung the shovel over her shoulder, and followed Zhang Chulan out of the detention room.

"Click".

The explosion-proof door is closed.

In the quiet room, only Ma Xianhong remained.

He touched the large bump on the back of his head and looked at his hands, which had once crafted countless magical artifacts.

A very soft laugh suddenly rang out in the empty basement.

"A half-uncle and half-nephew..."

"Zhang Chulan... you really are a damn talent..."

Chapter 121 Want Ma Xianhong? Sure, but on one condition!

The headquarters of Nadutong, in the top-floor conference room.

As Zhang Tianyi casually swept that pile of "greeting gifts," enough to make any sect envious, into his food pouch.

The tense, even somewhat stagnant atmosphere miraculously eased.

Zhang Tianyi's mood visibly improved.

He even personally picked up the teapot and poured a cup of warm water for Chen Duo, who was sitting next to him.

"Here, little girl, clear your throat. It took you a lot of breath to thank Grandpa and Uncle earlier."

Chen Duo obediently held the teacup.

The ten elders opposite were each holding a teacup, pretending to savor their tea.

Although their hearts were bleeding, they still had to maintain a decent smile on their faces.

depression to luck.

As long as this living ancestor doesn't overturn the table, it's fine to bleed a little.

Zhao Fangxu, sitting in the main seat, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took out a handkerchief to wipe the remaining cold sweat from his forehead.

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Fangxu cleared his throat.

Seeing that the atmosphere had finally returned to what a normal meeting should be like, he pushed the documents in his hand forward and steered the conversation back on track.

"Everyone, now that this little incident is over, let's get back to business."

Zhao Fangxu pushed up his glasses, his expression turning solemn:

"Regarding the battle of Biyou Village, the cultivation furnace has already been destroyed by True Person Tian Shu... well, destroyed."

"This is a huge positive development, completely eliminating the potential for ordinary people to become superhuman."

"However, the leader of Biyou Village, the successor of the Divine Strategist, Ma Xianhong, is currently being held in custody by a temporary worker of the company."

Zhao Fangxu's gaze swept across the entire room: "Regarding how to deal with Ma Xianhong, and those dangerous technologies in his mind, I wonder what insights the Ten Elders have?"

The voice just fell.

The atmosphere in the conference room changed subtly in an instant.

If we were to say that giving Chen Duo a gift just now was something we were forced to do, then...

Now, when "Ma Xianhong" and "Shenji Bailian" are mentioned, the eyes of those old foxes instantly gleam with greed.

Eight extraordinary skills!

That's the ultimate temptation that could make any family leap to become the overlord of the supernatural world!

"Chairman Zhao, I don't think this matter is that complicated."

The first to lose his composure was Lü Ci, the head of the Lü family.

He put down his teacup, and a solemn, righteous expression appeared on his old, scarred face.

"Ma Xianhong is audacious and reckless, attempting to overturn the population red line of the supernatural world. He can be described as insane."

Lü Ci tapped the table, his voice firm and resounding:

“If such an extremely dangerous individual is merely confined to the company’s secret bunker, there’s no guarantee he won’t use his ingenious methods to escape or mislead the guards.”

"Oh?"

Zhao Fangxu looked at him calmly, "So, what does Elder Lü mean?"

“My Lü family has always been known for its strict rules and regulations.”

Lu Ci slightly raised his chin, revealing his true intentions: "In order to share the burden of the company and for the long-term stability of the supernatural world, I suggest that Ma Xianhong be extradited to my Lu family."

“Our Lü family has the most stringent guard measures to ensure that he keeps those evil and crooked ideas inside him and will never let them spread and harm society!”

"fart!"

As soon as Lü Ci finished speaking, Wang Ai, who was standing next to him, objected.

He slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

"Old dog Lu, I could hear your scheme all the way outside Beijing!"

Wang Ai sneered and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Hand it over to your Lü family? Who doesn't know the methods your Lü family uses?"

"If we hand him over to you, I'm afraid that within three days, the Divine Crafting Technique will become the secret art of your Lü family, right?"

"You!" Lü Ci's eyes widened in anger.

"Chairman Zhao, don't listen to him."

Wang Ai turned her head, adopting a mature and composed expression:

“Ma Xianhong is involved in too many secrets. As one of the four major families, my Wang family has a deep foundation and is more suitable to detain such a serious criminal.”

"Moreover, my Wang family is willing to fund the construction of a separate prison for him, one that he cannot escape from, so as not to cause the company any trouble whatsoever!"

Watching these two old men, whose combined age is nearly two hundred, arguing heatedly over a piece of fat meat, their faces flushed, spouting righteousness and morality while harboring nothing but wicked intentions, was quite a sight.

Feng Zhenghao, sitting at the last seat, lowered his head and drank his tea, concealing the cold smile on his lips.

Lu Jin snorted coldly, turned her head away, and looked at him with disdain.

Zhao Fangxu, however, did not rush to express his opinion.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept cautiously glancing at Zhang Tianyi, who was sitting to his side.

Not only Zhao Fangxu, but everyone present, including Wang Ai and Lü Ci who were arguing, had most of their attention focused on this "Heavenly Lord".

Based on this man's previous behavior in Biyou Village.

And his extremely protective nature, always hoarding the best things for himself...

He even dared to take on troublesome people like Chen Duo as his apprentice.

Now that he's faced with such a top-tier prize as Divine Craftsmanship, can he just stand by and watch others snatch it away?

Wang Ai and Lü Ci were actually quite apprehensive.

They were even prepared for Zhang Tianyi to slam his fist on the table and roar, "I'm taking this Daoist back to Longhu Mountain, who dares to object?"

however.

To everyone's surprise,

Zhang Tianyi did not comment.

He leaned back comfortably in the wide chair, slowly and methodically trimming his nails with a small silver file.

"Um... Uncle Zhang?"

Zhao Fangxu swallowed hard and asked tentatively:

"Regarding Ma Xianhong's affiliation... what's your plan, sir?"

"Shh."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Wang Ai and Lü Ci also stopped arguing, held their breath, and looked at Zhang Tianyi nervously.

Zhang Tianyi gently blew the powder off his nails and put the small silver file into his pocket.

He raised his head, a lazy smile on his face, and glanced at Wang Ai and Lü Ci.

"I?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled lightly, his tone indifferent:

"I don't have any plan."

"Huh?" Zhao Fangxu was stunned.

“This Ma Xianhong isn’t my apprentice, nor is he my relative. Why should I care where he goes to jail?”

Zhang Tianyi shrugged and pointed very generously to Wang Ai and Lü Ci:

"I think what Xiao Wang and Xiao Lü said just now makes a lot of sense."

"Since these two elderly people are so socially responsible and willing to share the company's burdens and take the blame for the supernatural world..."

Zhang Tianyi's lips curled up, revealing an extremely kind smile:

"Then let's put this person under their joint supervision."