The top floor of the Fox Demon World, Liyuan City, Fushi Group Building occupies most of the top floor area in the president's office.

A man who looked only in his early thirties and had excellent maintenance sitting behind his desk, signing stacks of documents in high stacks. Standing beside him was a beautiful female secretary with long black hair.

The office is very quiet, except for the breathing of men and women, there is only the "rustling" writing sound.

The hustle and bustle of protests below could not be heard of such a high floor. Even looking down from here, the protesters were no different from a group of ants gathered on the ground in black.

After a long time, the man stopped and placed an expensive handmade pen on the table, leaned back and leaned against the back of the soft office chair.

The beautiful female secretary immediately stepped forward and gently massaged him in his temples.

"How is the situation below?"

Enjoying the massage from the female secretary, the man picked up the half-cool Xiang Zhuqing at his hand and took a sip and asked.

"It's okay," the female secretary blushed and her eyes were filled with autumn water. "You were really amazing last night..."

"Ahem..."

The man's tea was just in his mouth and had not had time to swallow it. He almost sprayed the tea soup in his mouth when he heard the female secretary's words.

"I'm asking about the situation downstairs."

He had to speak out and correct his words.

"Oh!" The secretary's face turned redder, and the color of his cheeks was almost close to lipstick, but he replied immediately, "I have just notified Yiqidao League that he should arrive soon now, and the people below should be dispelled soon."

"Well," the man nodded calmly and drank another sip of light green tea soup. "Yiqidao Alliance receives so many offerings from us every year, so we naturally have to do our best when it's time to do our best."

"But because of the discharge of dirty spiritual power, there are many citizens in the city who are dissatisfied with us. Even if this group of parades is dispersed, other people may..."

The female secretary said worriedly.

"Don't worry, is it a waste of time for us to raise those actors? Wouldn't it be better to let them talk to those 'Vans' or 'fans' in front of the camera?"

Men don’t care about their way.

"No, the effect of this move is getting worse and worse now. The actors we launched, as well as the 'fans' attracted by the actors, are almost inauspicious among ordinary people, and maybe they will be completely useless at any time."

The secretary said distressed.

"If you have a bad reputation, you can still use it in another way," the man gave his secretary advice. "If you have a bad reputation, you have bad usage. If you have a bad reputation, then let them find ways to arouse the anger of the citizens and let the citizens scold their fans. People have limited energy. If you get angry about one thing, you will not be angry about another thing. When the limelight passes, no one will care about dirty spiritual power."

"I understand!"

The secretary beside him was shocked and thought to himself that his president is really not a son.

"By the way, remember to continue to build momentum and completely destroy the reputation of Su's family, so that all citizens of the city know about the fact that Su's family leaked their dirty spiritual power back then, and don't give Su a chance to make a comeback."

The man said coldly.

"yes!"

The female secretary nodded and hurried away with a expensive folder.

Below, around the Fushi Group Building.

The Taoist priests of the Yiqi Dao Alliance controlled the magic weapon and slung over the crowd gathered to protest, with awesome momentum.

Among the demonstrators below, a sick-looking man walked out and saluted the middle-aged monk who was leading the sky.

"Sir, here is Su Hanmo, the former chairman of the Su Group. I initiated this demonstration because..."

"It's him?!"

Halfway through Su Hanmo's speech, the middle-aged monk was a little surprised in his heart.

He sat cross-legged on the wide flying sword, looked down at Su Hanmo, frowned.

Su Hanmo had no impression of him, but he knew Su Hanmo.

Or to be precise, he knew Su Hanmo when he was a child.

He and Su Hanmo's grandfather Su Xian were old friends. When they met, the Su family was still at its peak and was the largest commercial group in Liyuan City.

Later, when Su's family suddenly changed, his old friend's status plummeted and was infected by dirty spiritual power. He passed away soon, and there was no connection between him and Su family.

Unexpectedly, I met my old friend’s grandson here today.

He admitted that he was a very powerful person. When he became friends with Su Xian, he fell in love with the other party as the chairman of the Su family. As soon as the Su family fell, his friendship with Su Xian was thrown behind him.

But after all, people are not plants and trees, and they cannot be completely ruthless. After all, he and Su Xian still have a love relationship for more than ten years.

He was indeed a forceful eye, and he really accepted the "sacrificial offerings" of Fu's family. At this moment, he reciprocates to solve their problems.

But after all, he is a senior executive of the Yiqidao League in Liyuan City, with a high status, and it is enough to win the benefits. There is no need to do his best for the Fu family.

The Fu Group wanted him to severely punish the organizers of this parade, which was the "culprit" to shock others and kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

But this time, the "culprit" was his old friend's only grandson and the last seedling of the Su family. After a very brief hesitation, he decided to let the other party go and catch a scapegoat from the crowd and give it out.

However, if you let go, the process must be left out.

The middle-aged monk's thoughts were lit up and he made a decision in just half a second, and Su Hanmo below had not finished speaking a single word.

"It was you who organized this chaotic parade? That's so bold!"

The middle-aged monk who had already made a decision in his heart was condescending. With a wave of his hand, a stream of magic light penetrated into Su Hanmo's forehead. Su Hanmo's eyes rolled and he fainted simply.

Compared to monsters, most of the strength of human cultivators is indeed on magic weapons, but if a cultivator of his level just wants to deal with a mere ordinary person, a small spell is enough.

Yazi, who was outside the crowd, subconsciously clenched his fists and then slowly let go.

"Mr. Su! How are you doing, Mr. Su?!"

"Mr. Su!"

"Call the ambulance!"

Several young men standing next to Su Hanmo immediately caught Su Hanmo who was soft and weak. One of them had neat red hair was full of anger. After confirming that his companions around him had helped Su Hanmo stabilize, he took a step forward and looked up at the middle-aged monk above his head.

"Who allows you to march here and disrupt the city order? I have not found the approval of your parade in the files of Yiqidao League!"

The middle-aged monk in the air questioned fiercely.

"We have applied since half a year ago, and have applied more than a dozen times. You Yiqidao Alliance has never agreed to it once!"

The red-haired young man who took a step forward said angrily.

His words resonated with the crowd, and others shouted.

"When I first refused, I at least gave me a reason, but later I didn't even give me a reason!"

"It's not just not giving reasons, but I didn't even let us in the last few times!"

"You Yiqidao Alliance is too domineering!"

"That's it! Too overbearing!"

"Hmph!" The middle-aged monk in the air snorted coldly, and his magic power poured into the wide-blade flying sword under him. His own aura and magic weapon aura connected to Zhou Tian. His already powerful aura suddenly rose again like a fire and cooking oil, covering the sky and suppressing it down like a tsunami.

The crowd below was rushed by the momentum that was much stronger than before, and his face suddenly looked like gold paper. Some of them had a slightly worse physique or consciousness, and even fainted silently.

In front of the crowd, the red-haired young man who was being taken care of was sweating from his forehead, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a great pressure.

He gritted his teeth and prevented himself from fainting. In just a few seconds, cold sweat soaked his clothes.

The four young monks behind the middle-aged monk looked at the crowd below and looked unbearable. They wanted to persuade the middle-aged monk, but were frightened by the other party's previous majesty and dared not come forward.

"asshole……"

The red-haired young man, who was taken care of by the aura of the middle-aged monk, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

It’s not that he dared not speak loudly, but that he was under tremendous pressure from the middle-aged monk to cooperate with his magic weapon to speak, and he could no longer speak normally.

The "bastard" was deeply pressed into his throat.

However, the subtle voice was still noticed by the middle-aged monk with a deep cultivation. His eyes became cold, and the pressure on the red-haired young man increased by three points.

The red-haired young man who could not hold on was suppressed by this momentum, and instead felt a burning and hot force suddenly surged from deep inside his body. This force was almost about to burst out with his anger.

"asshole!"

The red-haired young man roared and released his anger or the scorching power that surged from his body. A red flame of more than three feet sprayed out from his mouth, and rushed towards the middle-aged monk with an angry roar. In the blink of an eye, he was approaching the target.

"Um?"

The middle-aged monk frowned slightly. Facing the rocket that was so close, his magic power connected the wide-blade flying sword under his body. Dozens of sword energy were instantly activated in front of him, shattering the rocket that was flying into pieces.

"Demon Power? You signed Tushan's Rebirth Xuyuan in the previous life?" Looking at the red-haired young man with a hint of surprise on his face after being angry, the middle-aged monk frowned, "Okay, you mortal, relying on the demonic power you got from the monster in the Rebirth Xuyuan, you dared to attack the law enforcement officers of the Yiqidao Alliance!"

"monster?"

Although he didn't know what it was to reincarnate the fate of the newborn, and he didn't know why he suddenly spit out flames just now, the middle-aged Taoist priest's words still made him understand something roughly.

Just the next second, his face suddenly turned dark, and he looked up and cursed at the middle-aged monks in the air without fear: "You still have the face to say that others are monsters? I think you, the demons who collude with the Fu Group, are the real monsters!"

"Demonic Way?"

The middle-aged monk was stunned at first, then furious, and the sword light flowed around him, his tone turned completely cold and his murderous aura was sequel.

"Originally, I want to spare you once because you have a contract of rebirth in Tushan. But since you can't wait to die, I will fulfill you."

The middle-aged monk sitting upright on the wide-blade flying sword raised his sword fingers, and he drew one by one. The scattered sword lights around him suddenly gathered at his fingertips like a milk swallow returning to his nest to form a sword energy.
To be continued...