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"Is there no possibility of compromise?"

Upon hearing this news, Number One frowned as well.

"Probably not."

The daoist-robed middle-aged man shook his head. "Their abilities are about the same. They all felt that they were a bit stronger than the other party, so no one was willing to let go. "

"This is a little difficult …"

Number One stood up and placed his hands behind his back, "Among them, is there anyone stronger than them?"

"Not at all."

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment before finally bowing his head and shaking his head.

"Yes!"

Number One pondered for a moment. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

"Oh, that's right. Do you think the Mr. Ying would be willing to become their team leader?"

Mr. Ying?

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

Soon after, he reacted, Number 1 was talking about Ying Zheng!

"Of course! However —

The middle-aged man also knew about Ying Zheng. After all, at his level, the things he could come into contact with were naturally a lot more than what an ordinary person could touch.

He had heard of Ying Zheng before.

However, after thinking about it, the middle-aged man began to hesitate.

She was the same as Lv Bu, an ancient person who had resurrected.

Ying Zheng's strength, was something that no one knew the ins and outs of. It was not like Lv Bu's, where it was directly displayed.

Until now, Ying Zheng had never made a single move, what if Ying Zheng's own strength was not really that great?

After all, Ying Zheng was the emperor.

Since ancient times, there might be Emperors that could be beaten. However, the Emperor wasn't the most powerful one.

Otherwise, what could the general do? Furthermore, things like emperors were heavily protected by the masses. Thus, the chances of the emperors being able to take action was not high.

What if Ying Zheng was not strong enough?

What if Ying Zheng was humiliated?

The middle-aged man hesitated as he thought of this.

"We think too much here, and it's no use. Why not ask Mr. Ying for his own decision? "

Number 1 shook his head and did not blame him. He only smiled and said.

As for the middle-aged man, he could only suppress his emotions and nod. Then, he left the room.

On the other side.

At this time.

He was seated in the courtyard.

He held a book in his hand. It was called "Five Thousand Years of China."

Ying Zheng sat as straight as a pen, his expression was solemn as he flipped between the pages of the book, and occasionally frowned a little.

It could be seen that Ying Zheng was very serious.

At this time.

The old secret service agent, who had been serving Ying Zheng all along, walked over.

"Is it time for meals?"

The old secret service agent thought to himself that he should first wait by the side to avoid disturbing Ying Zheng and arousing his displeasure. However, he didn't expect that Ying Zheng would have already discovered him when he had quietly walked to the pavilion. After that, he placed the book down and looked at him.

"The time has not come yet, right?"

Immediately after, Ying Zheng looked at the sky, "What is it?"

"Mr. Ying, it's like this. Our side has just established a new group, and we would like to invite you to be our team leader. I wonder what you think?"

When the agent said this, he was extremely nervous and his body was trembling.

This was something that he had never even thought of before.

As a secret service agent, his mental fortitude was already extremely strong.

However, when he came into contact with Ying Zheng, up till now, he felt that every moment, he seemed to be living on top of a sling, with an endless abyss beneath his feet. As for himself, he was still constantly swaying, as if he would fall down in the next second.

Ying Zheng's might was simply too terrifying.

It was so terrifying that even though he was in charge of Ying Zheng's daily life, he couldn't take it anymore.

Unfortunately, he was currently lacking in manpower, and he himself was the one who had the most contact with Ying Zheng.

Therefore, this burden had always been on his shoulders, and he couldn't get down.

It had only been a few days.

The agent felt like he had become a butler …

Behavioral and psychological.

"Oh? "Organization?"

Ying Zheng's face revealed an expression of interest, "Tell me about it."

Then, the butler told Ying Zheng some information about the special forces.

After listening, a smile appeared on Ying Zheng's face.

"Interesting."

Ying Zheng shook his head, "That is to say, you two have invited a female disciple to deal with her junior brother?"

Fellow disciples?

The agent was stunned.

Then, he thought of something extremely important.

From the moment Ying Zheng saw Lv Bu's photo, he had already said that this Lv Bu must be the same master as him.

That is to say

This Lv Bu, in terms of seniority, was actually Ying Zheng's junior brother?

"Hiss ~ ~ ~"

Things were not going well. How could he have forgotten this matter?

The special agent's face stiffened. This was a huge scam. The ancients had always regarded their own sect with great importance. Furthermore, Ying Zheng's master was the person who gave him the second life!

This

The agent felt as if he was already at the mouth of a tiger, a hungry tiger at the same time.

His throat moved a few times, but he could not come up with an explanation.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify in an instant. This feeling of suffocation, as if he had dived into the deep sea, made him feel that the world was gradually leaving him, and the scenery before his eyes also seemed to become blurry …

"Interesting thing, the oligarch agreed."

Suddenly.

Ying Zheng opened his mouth.

At this moment, the agent's senses returned to normal.

He subconsciously gasped for breath, just like a drowning man who had just been rescued.

"Alright, Mr. Ying."

After taking a few deep breaths, the spy nodded his head and with Ying Zheng's consent, he carefully left the room.

In the future, if anyone were to tell me that Ying Zheng might not even have any strength, I will definitely beat that person to death!

The agent walked on the road and was hit by the wind. Only then did he realize that he was already soaked in cold sweat.

He thought fiercely in his heart. At the same time, he also thought back to what the middle-aged man in Daoist robes had just said to him.

"Ying Zheng might not have much strength, so when he tells Ying Zheng about this matter, it would be best to probe him a little. If not, Ying Zheng's strength will cause him to lose face, and this matter will be blown out of control."

To think that he believed the evil words of this middle-aged man!

The agent was helpless. How was this lacking in strength? This strength was simply too strong!

She did not see Ying Zheng move either, it was just a single sentence, and with just a look, he almost died from fright!

Fortunately, he received more training and had a strong psychological tolerance.

If it was a normal person, they would have already been scared to death.