Empire State Building, seventh underground floor.

In a huge circular space with a height of two floors, there is a circular table in the center of the first floor, and the outside of the circular table is filled with surging darkness.

On the second floor of the stands, there are golden seats with strange symbols engraved on them. The seats are far apart from each other.

Sitting on the seats were old men wearing expensive custom-made suits or pure white gold-trimmed robes.

If there are outsiders here, even those who don't pay much attention to the news, they can recognize that some of them are "big figures" who are extremely active in the political and business circles.

now.

Together, these big shots, who control more than 70% of the federal wealth and power, all looked at the old man in black robes and white hair on the circular table below.

"Frank, do you know what you did wrong?"

The speaker was located on the second floor. He was an old man with white hair, skinny bones, and an old man who looked as if he might die at any time.

The old man's armchair was a bit higher than the others' chairs, and it was covered with complicated and weird patterns, like a crown, highlighting his difference from the others.

thump!

The old man in black robe and white hair, Frank, suddenly knelt on the ground, holding his hands on the ground. The old man above him cried bitterly and said, "President Bridges, I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to summon the omniscient God. I shouldn't have done it for

I escaped and sacrificed the branch’s elite. I shouldn’t have hidden this from the General Assembly..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped.

He saw Bridges raise his palm, which meant to tell him to stop.

"Frank, it seems you still don't know where you went wrong."

Bridges put down his trembling palms and sighed softly: "You are wrong because you did not succeed."

Frank felt a little bitter in his heart.

Yes, if the divine descending ceremony can be successful, his status in the Celestial Gods Association will rise instantly, and he may even be able to replace this old immortal and become the president of the Celestial Gods Association.

But he knew that regret had no effect, so he kowtowed crazily and cried loudly: "I know I made a lot of mistakes, but I am willing to make up for it, I am willing..."

"Cough~cough~"

Bridges coughed twice violently, and his face was extremely twisted, as if he was about to vomit out blood and internal organs.

Calm down your mind.

He ignored Frank, who kept begging for mercy below, and raised his hand tremblingly and waved.

Chi!

In the corner below, five black tentacles instantly flew out of the surging darkness, binding Frank's hands, feet and head.

Frank was immediately shocked: "No, President Bridges, please give it to me again..."

Click!

Before he could say the word "opportunity", his hands, feet and head were torn off by black tentacles and pulled into the darkness, leaving only a torso that was spewing blood crazily.

In the deep darkness, there were several chewing sounds.

The expressions of everyone in the stands on the second floor remained unchanged, as if they were accustomed to this scene.

Some of them were expressionless, some were excited, some were sneering with disdain, and most of them were wearing elegant smiles.

No one knows whether this is what they really think or whether it is a mask hanging on their faces.

But when their eyes occasionally glanced at Bridges, they would involuntarily show a hint of fear and apprehension.

As early as thirty years ago, when the Celestial Society was founded, Bridges looked like he was about to be buried. Thirty years later, he still looks like this.

He occupies the position of president and is determined to die.

"Now, let's discuss the next thing."

Bridges said weakly, tapping the armrest with his fingertips.

Discuss the next thing?

Many people sneered in their hearts and said it was a discussion. How many times have you asked us for our opinions?

Of course, they didn't dare to say this.

In fact, the reason why Frank was able to hide from Bridges, steal the divine artifacts and successfully initiate the divine descending ritual was inseparable from their secret support.

And they did this because they wanted others to challenge this old man who had been the president for thirty years.

Facts have proved that the plan failed again.

But they won't give up.

Frank is not the first person to die from this, and he will definitely not be the last.

At this time.

Several monitors slowly dropped from the top. Each monitor was oriented in a different direction to ensure that everyone present could see it.

The dark screen lights up.

A wide highway appears on the display.

As the camera zooms in, a speeding off-road vehicle can be seen. The only driver in the vehicle is a black-haired man with ridiculously exaggerated muscles.

"I believe many of you should know this child, right?"

Bridges turned his head slightly, scanning the others with his cloudy eyes.

Within a moment, several people spoke up.

"His name is Jiang Garcia. He has shown unusual personality and abilities since he was a child. He has the special ability to sense and eliminate dangerous species."

"Three years ago, this kid founded the Demon Removal Company, broke into the world of dangerous species as a scavenger, set a 100% success record, and was recognized as one of the strongest scavengers in the industry a year ago.

Codename—Devil!”

"He rarely shows his strength in front of others, but combined with the energy fluctuations every time he strikes, and the degree of destruction around him, his strength can definitely be called the number one purger."

"Once, I wanted to hire this kid as my bodyguard, but he refused."

"I also tried to recruit this kid, and I used shares, which would allow him to earn several times the money of being a scavenger every year, but he refused."

"I've seen videos of this kid's battles. There are very few purgers who can have his level of strength and still maintain a human form."

"Although this child is young, he is very strong, not affected by money, and has very weak emotions. It can be said that he has almost no weaknesses."

"This child's power comes from something different from other Cleaners, most likely from his left arm..."

Everyone told each other most of Jiang Ren's life stories, including some very secret information.

When addressing Jiang Ren, they all subconsciously called him children. After all, even the youngest person present was over sixty years old.

"Yes, this kid is a talented person, but it's a pity that he can't be used by us."

Bridges looked calm and said calmly: "Now this child seems to regard us as a target for elimination."

"What?"

Hearing this sentence, some people couldn't help but exclaimed.

It is undeniable that this scavenger is indeed very strong, so strong that it can be called the strongest human being, but they do not think that this can pose a threat to them.

After all, they are all "gods" who stand at the top of the pyramid of wealth and power, controlling the food, clothing, housing, transportation, and even the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

How can humans defeat “gods”?

Therefore, apart from being surprised, they were also amused.

"So, what are we going to do with this child?"

The corners of Bridges' lips raised slightly, revealing a scary smile.

"He is still a child after all."

"So, just send him to see God!"

"Yes, we have always been very tolerant towards our children..."
Chapter completed!