While speaking, Ye Hao waved his hand and took Wan Zhenhai and Si Qingyi slowly to the door of the conference room of the Great Xia Martial Arts League.
But before I opened the door, I heard someone slamming the table inside.
"boom--"
A huge sound came out, followed by a domineering and arrogant voice, looking down at the world: "Where is Wan Zhenhai? Isn't he the leader of your Daxia Martial Arts Alliance?"
"Why didn't he get out to see us yet!?"
"Is the leader of the Great Xia Martial Arts League even more arrogant than us?"
"In addition, today is the time for an ultimatum, and he can't escape at this time. Does he really think that this will allow him to avoid sanctions?"
"I tell you, what you did in the Great Xia Martial Alliance has made us very angry, and the consequences are also serious!"
"We will definitely raise the sanctions to the highest level, so that your Daxia Martial Alliance will fall apart from now on, and that your Daxia martial arts practitioners will grit their teeth when they mention the word "Martial Alliance!"
"Let your Daxia people, when they see the people from the Martial Alliance, want to bite to death!"
In the room, the person who was slamming the table was a native of India. He was wearing traditional Indian clothes and was shouting at the moment.
Obviously, this person should be the representative of the Tianzhu Martial Alliance, Fanada.
At this moment, this Fanada was shouting and scolding Ouyang Badao and others.
Behind him, several people sat on the edge of the round table, with name tags in front of them.
A man with a mustache is Miyamoto Yixin, a representative of the Island Martial Arts League.
An old man with gray hair is Ke Zhennan, the representative of the Far East Martial Arts League.
A man in a suit is Ruan Qingshan, a representative of the Nanyang Martial Arts League.
In addition to the representatives of their four major martial arts alliances, Zhao Banjue was also present.
But at this moment, he knocked his legs crossed and looked at the scene in front of him with a smile.
There were dozens of minions brought by these people in the field. The temples of these minions were bulging high, and they were obviously all masters of the generation.
At this moment, the followers' eyes were full of a sense of power and awe.
They looked at Ouyang Badao and others with contempt, as if these people were not even as good as dogs in their eyes.
Although this is his own territory, Ouyang Badao and others are silent at this moment and dare not speak nonsense.
Not to mention the dozen staff members of the Martial Arts League, even Ouyang Badao had to squeeze out a smile and said, "Mr. Fana, please be careful not to be impatient."
"I have called Master Wan, and he should be out soon!"
While talking, he quickly looked at several staff members and signaled them to go and call people quickly.
Fanada stretched out his finger and knocked on the table, and said coldly: "For the sake of Prince Zhao, I will give you Daxia people the last three minutes."
"I can't see anyone again, so the so-called negotiations are cancelled!"
"Sanctions have officially begun!"
"I said this!"
"Sorry, everyone, I'm late."
At this moment, Ye Hao brought Wan Zhenhai and Si Qingyi in, and then spoke lightly.
"Ye Hao?"
Seeing that the person who was leading the scene at this moment was actually Ye Hao, Zhao Banjue's eyes became slightly cold.
Soon he sneered, returned to his calmness, leaned directly on the chair, ready to watch Ye Hao's joke.
However, the slightly painful palm prints on his face still made Zhao Banjue's heart roll in anger.