No one expected that Lin Chong would be so straightforward in his actions, and he would take action without leaving any room for anything.

What surprised everyone even more was that from beginning to end, the Wu League maintained an attitude of watching the fire from the other side of the river. No senior executive, including Pang Jun and Xu Jing, pleaded for the leader Bai.

There are so many interesting things in this.

For example, why did Wu Meng choose to stand idly?

Because Lin Chong’s reputation is too famous, or is Du Huai really indulged?

If it were the latter, why did Du Huaizhen indulge him? What is the relationship between Du Huaizhen and Lin Chong? What kind of tacit understanding does there exist between them?

Also, who is the person standing behind Master Bai?

More and more questions were like mushrooms after a rain, emerging from the hearts of every warrior present, so that the atmosphere in the hall became stiff and deserted.

"Brother Lin, Master Bai is indeed wrong, but your approach is a bit too domineering."

At this moment, Wang Mu, who had been out of the matter, broke his silence and said in a slow tone: "It is enough to impose a little punishment, why bother to use his martial arts?"

"I've given him a chance, but he didn't catch it myself."

Lin Chong glanced at Wang Mu, and his words were invisible: "Brother Wang didn't say anything before, but now he stood up and stood up to stand up. Don't you think it's too late?"

"I was worried that you misunderstood, so I didn't say anything. After all, you and I are candidates and are competitors. If you suspect that Master Bai and I are in the same group, then I won't be able to wash even if I jump into the Yellow River.

clear?"

Wang Mu calmly said: "Now that the matter has been completed, of course I have to say what I think. Brother Lin, I am blunt, with your personality, it is really not suitable to lead the Wu League."

Lin Chong raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"I agree with Wang Mu's view."

Xu Jing finally found an opportunity to attack Lin Chong, wrapped his arms around his chest, and interrupted half-heartedly: "The superior should have a broad mind and tolerant attitude. The boy named Lin, you are still far from it."

"You mean, should I spit on my face?"

A cool look flashed in Lin Chong's eyes, but his expression became calmer: "Tolerance is not indulgence. Everyone should be responsible for their words and deeds. The strong are respected in the martial arts world, and the strong cannot bully the weak, but the weak cannot slander the strong. Who

Who is weak and who is right will not work for me."

After listening to Lin Chong's story, Wang Mu couldn't help but frown: "Brother Lin, you are changing your concepts. I didn't let you spit on your face. I just hope you have a little more kindness..."

"Be kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself."

Lin Chong interrupted Wang Mu: "So far, I don't want to argue with you because it's meaningless. You have your ideas, I have my principles, I will not impose my own ideas on others, nor will I

I hope someone will tell me how to do things.”

Wang Mu was speechless.

He stared at Lin Chong for a while, then shook his head regretfully and said, "You are right, I'm not qualified to point fingers. Sorry, I'm too much."

While Lin Chong and Wang Mu were arguing, everyone in the audience looked different.

Xu Jing's face was gloomy, and the feeling of becoming a supporting role made him feel very upset.

"Start vote, we've wasted too much time." Xu Jing said to Pang Jun hard.

Pang Jun ignored Xu Jing's urging and turned his head to Du Huaizhen for inquiring, and the latter nodded slightly.

After obtaining Du Huaizhen's permission, Pang Jun took a step forward and spoke out with his breath. His loud voice instantly spread throughout the audience: "I'm sorry to let you wait for a long time. I announce that the voting has officially begun."

Everyone was excited.

After delaying for so long and having troubles, we are finally about to get to the point.

After what happened before, everyone is increasingly looking forward to who will fall in the new leader.

Pang Jun's eyes flashed, he slowly looked around, then turned to face the senior officials of the Wu League sitting on the high-back chair, and said straight to the point: "This voting adopts a real-name system. After the end, I will announce it on the spot. Do you have any opinions?"

As Du Huaizhen's right-hand man, Pang Jun has a very high prestige within the Wu League. As soon as he spoke, most of the senior executives nodded and agreed.

As for the remaining small part, although they each had their own concerns, they did not oppose Pang Jun for this little thing, so they all chose to default.

"Master Liu, you are the head of the Eastern Alliance, so you can come first, how about it?"

Pang Jun looked at a warrior with a calm and well-proportioned figure on the left, and his tone was gentle and unquestionable.

"good."

The warrior stood up straight to the middle of the round platform, and put the note that had been prepared in the ballot box.

With the leader of the Liu tribe, the rest of the tribe solemnly cast their own votes in the order of east, west, south, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest.

Next, it was the turn of the four inspectors of Tiandi Xuanhuang.

Zhou Humu, the head of the Tianzi Inspection Institute, who was gray-haired and energetic, stood up calmly and walked towards the ballot box.

He suddenly stopped halfway, thought for two seconds, stood sideways, and said to Du Huaizhen with a serious expression: "Leader, can I ask you a question?"

Although Du Huaizhen has entered the state of love-forgetfulness and his emotions are becoming increasingly indifferent, he still pays enough attention to this remaining veteran and nods, "Yes."

"After today, do you no longer care about the affairs of the Martial Alliance?" Zhou Humu asked in a deep voice.

"yes."

Du Huaizhen cherishes his words as gold as gold, and seems to be unwilling to say one more word.

A hint of undetectable sadness suddenly appeared on Zhou Humu's old face. Looking at Du Huaizhen, whose face had not changed but seemed particularly strange, he asked hoarsely: "Why are you so heartless? Wumeng has been with you for 60 years, for

Isn’t it worth your attitude of nostalgia for you to go through fire and water?"

Hearing this, Du Huaizhen's indifferent and ruthless eyes were a little warmer. Looking at Zhou Humu's wrinkled face, he asked for the first time: "Master Zhou, how old are you?"

"Go back to the leader, I'm almost ninety years old."

Even though Zhou Humu was in a state of excitement at the moment, he was still flattered when facing Du Huaizhen's inquiry.

"When you followed me, you were still a young man in your twenties. Time flies so fast, like a flash of time, a hundred years in a blink of an eye."

Du Huaizhen looked sighing, and this expression made him look a little more human: "I am not heartless, I just want to take another step forward. I have completed the worldly practice. The world is like a cage, if

To achieve great transcendence and great freedom, you must cut off the worldly relationship. Do you understand?"

"Thank you, the leader for helping me."

Zhou Humu lowered his head, thought for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "It's a pity that I am low in my realm and cannot understand your feelings. Since you are determined to leave, then I, the one who stays, can only make the most favorable choice for the Martial Alliance."
Chapter completed!