Hey! Let's play cards

Compared with the Insect King's fear of trouble, these trivial curiosities are not worth mentioning at all.

The warden stared at the Insect King carefully, making sure that he had left and had no backup plans before he took his finger off the nuclear bomb button.

“It seems that this prison still has many problems and needs improvement. We need stronger weapons, more manpower, and stronger guards.

This kind of thing will never happen again!!!"

"Warren, what shall we do now..." the warden's male secretary asked at the right time.

"Rescue the wounded, repair the defenses, keep an eye on the rioting prisoners, and keep quiet about what happened here tonight.

If anyone violates this rule, he will become one of the prisoners!" The male secretary shuddered, thinking back to the punishments suffered by the prisoners. He believed that the guards and non-staff members would keep their mouths shut.

The warden waved his hand to signal the male secretary to leave, and he was the only one left in the huge office.

"This matter is not over yet!!!" The warden looked at the direction where the Insect King left, and a piece of the table and chair beside him was crushed.

Thanks to the efforts of the remaining guards, the prison temporarily returned to peace.

Quiet night, quiet prison.

The quiet cell on the lower level, the quiet body of the Black King.

In the cubicle of the Black King's cell, another figure was holding a wine glass, swaying the deep red wine in the glass.

"Darkness revived? Looks like I'll be out soon."

The figure raised the wine glass and toasted the cell next door.

……

A few days later, at the Duelist Association headquarters

An old man, looking dusty, stumbled into the first floor lobby of the association.

"Hello! Is there anything I can help you with?" The receptionist immediately came forward with a smile.

"Yang Wanfang! Yang Wanfang! I'm looking for Yang Wanfang!" The old man looked very anxious, constantly looking around, and what was he holding tightly in his right hand?

"Excuse me, what can I do for the Vice President?" the receptionist asked softly.

"I...that..." The old man patted his head. He seemed to have forgotten something and couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried.

He only remembered that he had to go to the headquarters of the Duelist Association, find Yang Wanfang, and hand over the thing in his hand to him.

"Yang Wanfang! I'm looking for Yang Wanfang!" The old man repeated this sentence over and over again.

"Sorry! The vice president is still in a meeting. If you need anything, you can leave your personal information and he will contact you when he is free."

The receptionist gave the standard response.

The vice president is not what the slovenly old man in front of him can see.

All this is just a disguised form of rejection.

The old man had no interest in filling out any forms, and when he didn't get the answer he wanted, he simply walked past the front desk and headed deeper into the Duelist Association.

"Wait! Sir, you can't go in." The receptionist came over quickly to stop him.

The old man was very strong, and the receptionist couldn't pull him away no matter how hard she tried. Instead, she was dragged some distance away.

Before the receptionist could say anything, the security guard at the door had already noticed something was wrong.

"Old man, you are not allowed to enter there without permission, please leave immediately!" Several security guards rushed over and put their hands in front of the old man.

However, what shocked the security guards was that the old man continued to move forward, and no matter how they pushed or pulled, they could not stop him.

The old man in front of him looked to be about eighty years old, with a pale face. He had been panting since he entered the door, and brown dried blood could be seen on his chest.

Although the old man looked weak, underneath his simple clothes he was full of muscles and looked very strong.

The old man swung his hand and all the security guards flew backwards.

"Support! Support! Requesting support, there are illegal intruders breaking into the lobby on the first floor of the association." The security captain picked up the walkie-talkie at his waist and called for help.

This is the headquarters of the Duelist Association, so naturally there are many duelists with outstanding abilities.

The disturbance on the first floor was quickly noticed.

Several duelists jumped down from a higher floor, and the strength in their bodies turned into a deceleration belt, gradually reducing the speed of falling, and finally landing steadily.

"Old man, this is the Duelist Association, please don't cause trouble here."

After several duelists discovered that the person causing the commotion was an old man, they temporarily gave up their plans to use force and tried to persuade the old man to leave.

The old man didn't listen at all. Instead, he tilted his head, thinking carefully about something.

Several duelists were very surprised that the old man stood still and did not make any rash moves.

At this moment, the security captain came to the first floor lobby with more people, ready to take the old man who broke in away from the association.

but!

No matter how hard the twenty or so big men tried, they could not shake the old man's steps. His two feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, as solid as a rock.

Several duelists saw this scene and realized that the old man in front of them was definitely extraordinary, and were just about to take action.

All I could hear was the old man mumbling to himself: "Now I remember, it should still be there!"

After recalling some fragmentary memories, the old man casually waved his arms and pushed away more than twenty big men.

Several duelists stood ready, ready for battle.

The old man continued to move forward and was about to reach the stairs.

One of the duelists finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a ball of exploding flames turned into a thick rope, which tied the old man tightly.

The old man didn't care about the rope at all. Before he could make any move, the flame went out out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

"No! There's something wrong with him. Let's attack together." Seeing this, several other duelists attacked one after another.

Since this was the Duelists' Association headquarters, they did not use any very destructive moves.

Thunder and lightning formed a cage, magic inscriptions carved restrictions, and the ground collapsed, sealing the old man's legs.

The layers of restrictions still failed to stop the old man. More and more duelists noticed this scene and immediately stepped forward to help after briefly understanding the situation.

Soon, most of the duelists in the Duelist Association joined in this strange tug-of-war.

Elements, falling into holes, confinement... none of them could stop the old man.

Weakness, blindness, petrification...all kinds of negative buffs have no effect at all.

The old man walked towards the higher floors persistently.

He didn't know why, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him to find Yang Wanfang and give him the things in his hand.

Chapter 462: Hidden Crisis

"Are you kidding me? Who is this old man? He looks so strong and healthy!"

"Are you kidding me? My fire element was actually shattered by the impact."

"Oh my god! There are almost a hundred people here and we can't stop him."

……

The old man continued to move forward, and each step became more and more difficult.

"Did our attack work?" a duelist asked excitedly.

The other duelist thought otherwise: "No! That's not right! It seems like he is injured."

Blood oozed from the old man's chest, staining his clothes red again, and he kept shouting, "Yang Wanfang! Yang Wanfang..."

"He seemed to be calling the vice president's name."

"What should we do? Has anyone informed the vice president?"

"Someone has already gone. There's something wrong with this."

……

Office of the Vice President,

The vice president, who had just finished a meeting, was leisurely sipping tea.

"That's great! Two promising young stars have emerged from the younger generation. It looks like I can finally step down from my responsibilities and retire home!"

The vice president sighed about life and picked up the teacup.

The tea leaves at the right temperature float up and down in the cup, exuding an elegant aroma.

"Hmm... good tea! Good tea!" The vice president was intoxicated by the fragrance of the tea and was about to take a sip.

The door of the office was roughly pushed open, and the vice president was startled, spilling most of the tea in his hand.

Vice president:"……"

A person ran in hurriedly from outside the door.

After discovering that the visitor was a duelist from the association, the vice president suppressed his anger and shouted in a deep voice: "What a fuss! Don't be rash about everything.

"Remember! No matter what happens, you must stay calm and have the courage to remain calm even when a mountain collapses in front of you. You still need to practice!"

The duelist listened to the vice-chairman's instructions and nodded in agreement.

The vice president was slightly satisfied, so he picked up the teacup again and said calmly: "Go ahead! What's the matter?"

The duelist quickly explained what happened downstairs.

When the vice president heard the description of the old man's appearance, he was so shocked that the tea in the cup had all spilled out, but he still didn't notice.

"President! President! It must be the President who is back." The Vice President stood up excitedly.

The president has always been an extremely secretive figure in the association. He accepted a mission a long time ago and has been wandering around ever since.

All affairs of the association, big or small, have always been handled by the vice president. Even some older duelists have rarely seen the president's true face.

Unexpectedly, the president, who had been out of touch for a long time, would come back at this time. The vice president was happy but also felt a little worried.

"Ah——" The duelist who notified the situation heard the vice president calling the old man "President" and then remembered that the duelists were...

amount……

The duelist who notified the situation said quickly, "Oh no! Mr. Vice President, the duelists in the association are having a little... not-so-friendly conflict with the president."