Chapter 1671 - 859: Stir It Up Stir It Up Stir It Up (2)

"Oh yo, isn't this Ah Ran?"

"You've made it big, huh, doing such a huge thing!"

"Didn't I say that Ji's kid has skills? He can always teach people to walk the straight and narrow!"

"Ay yo, still the Blade Teeth, too exaggerated, howl! Even the Four Seasons Sword can be felt out now, I see this kid has the bearing of a Heavenly People, wow!"

"Let Old Deng take a look later, Old Deng will definitely drink a few more cups."

"Exactly, exactly..."

Yuan Xing crossed his arms, and hearing this, his eyes almost rolled straight up to the sky.

How did these two unserious things show up here?

"Could you maybe watch your damn mouths, okay?"

He reminded them: "Just these few days, I've already received more than ten accusations about your family abusing power. Your kid's messing around outside like this, and your family doesn't plan to give an explanation?"

In an instant, the two brothers raised their heads in unison.

"What the fuck explanation? Kids aren't allowed to go out and work to earn a few bucks now? He's not even using Fei Guang in the Matrix, what the fuck else do they want?"

"Anyway, he's not wearing the gloves. If some brat from another family is so promising, just go kill him, I don't mind."

"Right, right."

"Eh, no, no..."

"No, he's right."

...

"Can you two pick one person to talk, for fuck's sake?!"

Yuan Xing's ears hurt from the stereo effect of these two bastards.

He really couldn't take it!

It was pure mental torture.

He was already starting to regret engaging with these two clowns.

Just like they said, what An Ran did actually didn't really count as some big deal. After all, he wasn't using Fei Guang, and he wasn't wearing gloves, and he inherited from Blade Teeth...

The reason it scared people this much was really because the deterrence of the leader's hand was too strong, the shadow it cast was too huge, to the point that everyone was jumping at every noise and seeing ghosts in every cup.

As long as the An Family came out and issued a statement and clarification, that'd be enough. It doesn't even qualify to be put on the scales.

The reason he called these two over was partly to go through the motions, and partly because if anything involving their family came up, the two of them needed to be here for consultation, that's all.

In reality, what they were dealing with today actually didn't have much to do with An Ran.

It was Ling Shuo's application.

And even that wasn't some especially big or troublesome matter. It was just that by convention—the establishment of a new Desert Market branch had to be reported to Desert Market, and three on-duty leaders had to come forward to review and approve it, as a show of the leaders' absolute control over Desert Market.

Among the twelve leaders, the ones who drew the short straw this year and had to deal with this kind of busywork and triviality were Chen, Wei, and Hai.

Separated by a single door, there was nothing like a grim or solemn atmosphere in the conference room. There were tea, coffee, and snacks on the table, and crumbs were scattered over the documents.

It looked more like afternoon tea; everyone flipped through the files while chatting idly, joking and sighing.

"Hey, wasn't the last time we got burned also because of Head Wine?"

The old man known as Hai stroked his chin and clicked his tongue in lament: "Poor Old Six, his whole life tripped over those two cups of wine. At the end of his years, he got stepped on by the brat he raised himself. Miserable, huh. He must be fuming right now."

Chen, who was drinking tea and playing with his phone beside him, finished a match, then raised his head and looked over at the table: "Old Wei, how's that application? You've been holding it forever. Say something already."

"Can't read it. I'm illiterate, man."

Wei irritably tossed that sheet of paper onto the table: "All muddled and messed up, why the hell does he need so many obscure characters? Planning to sit the grad school exam or what?"

"Mm, let me see..."

Hai put on his reading glasses and examined it, and immediately burst out laughing: "...'With the meager strength of the Seven Cities, we shall once more manifest the White Deer Path'?

Hey, such a young kid and such a big mouth. No idea if he can actually do it, but at least he dares to say it."

"He says he'll go deep into the Void Abyss and block the crack. Can he?"

Wei sneered: "He says he'll slaughter the entire Wolf Nest and annihilate the Double Wolves. Can he? At the very least, he could go take the head of an Emperor or President, then I'd admit he's upholding the might of the White Deer.

They're all loyal when they talk, but when you ask them to act, none of them damn well show up. Anyone with any little scheme is busy putting on a show."

"Already good enough he knows how to put on a show. That makes him a usable seedling."

After glancing through the relevant summaries, Hai already had a crystal-clear grasp of the situation in the Seven Cities and the backgrounds and consequences. His gaze slid past Ling Shuo's photograph and landed straight on Ji Jue's intel file.

He clicked his tongue in appreciation.

Truly, the waves behind push the waves ahead; the young these days really dare to think and dare to do.

Say what you will, this kid's reach is really long—it's even stretched into Desert Market.

Anyone who could sit here was a final winner who had laughed last after countless struggles within Desert Market; one glance and they knew exactly what was going on.

This so-called Ling Shuo was nothing but a smokescreen and a Puppet, entirely a chess piece and spokesperson pushed out by Ji Jue.

The kid's guts were seriously big!

He actually dared to come play tricks in front of the leaders?

The usual reaction of Desert Market to this was...no reaction.

They didn't care!

It's just a spokesperson, so what?

It's not like Desert Market is short on that type...

Back in the days before Nirvana, whenever everyone went out to do shady stuff, weren't they all wearing Desert Market's alternate identities? If you've come all the way to Desert Market, it's because you've got something you can't show the light of day. Why so many rules? It's not like this is Tian Yuan.

Forget the Dragon Head, even among the twelve leaders there were two whose relationships with Central City and the Great City were murky as hell! And you think you're special?

If you wanna come, then come, openly and boldly.

Desert Market turns no one away!

Even if they could see right through Ji Jue's manipulation and control behind the scenes, the leaders didn't care in the slightest; in fact, they felt it wasn't worth caring about.

Isn't that being too polite? You could've just come yourself!