The surrounding martial artists of the Salvation Army and Takama-ga-hara all laughed strangely when they saw this. All of them hugged their arms and watched the show.
There was competition and cooperation between the six major organizations, but the overall competition was still greater than cooperation.
To put it bluntly, if any organization collapsed and all the rank 9 martial artists suddenly died, the other organizations would definitely swarm over and eat them up.
In addition, the construction division, the Salvation Society, and the Gaotian Plain were indeed not on good terms with each other.
At this moment, they were naturally happy to watch the show.
Roger turned around and stared coldly at Lin Xuan. “You’re just a logistics warrior. If I kill you now, the construction division won’t do anything to me.”
