Zhang Yuanqing recalled the identities and backgrounds of his two colleagues again. One was a Level 3 Fire Master, a direct descendant of a high-ranking member of the Red Fire Gang; the other was a Level 4 Water Ghost in the Saint Realm.
Although the latter had no background, he was in the Saint Realm. Once he accumulated merits, it was certain that he would become a deacon.
A Saint Realm, killing extraordinary beings was like slaughtering dogs.
I hope they were not two colleagues who were difficult to get along with. Zhang Yuanqing moved his legs, took the office chair, returned to his desk, and searched for "Military Master" in the official database.
After a careful browse, he had a clearer concept of the organization of evil professions.
Among the forces composed of evil professions, there is a saying of "Three Associations, Two Religions, and One Shura". The so-called Three Associations refer to the three major branches of the Psychic Society composed of witches and sorcerers.
They are "Central Branch", "Eastern Branch", and "Southern Branch".
The three branches have their own territories and rarely interact with each other. The position of the president of the Eastern Branch has been vacant for a long time. The two vice presidents, Weird Eye Judge and Gu King, have been competing for the position of president for many years.
The two sects refer to the Void Sect composed of illusionists, which are divided into the South Sect and the North Sect according to the region.
One Shura refers to the Military Master composed of Gu Demons, and the leader of the Military Master is called Shura.
"Sister Guan Ya, there are three associations, two sects and one Shura. Why is it not one military master, but one Shura?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his doubts to the old driver.
Guan Ya looked back gracefully: "Are you looking at the forces of the evil profession?"
Zhang Yuanqing said: "Isn't Hei Wuchang from the Eastern Branch of the Psychic Society? I participated in the search and arrest operation, so I wanted to take the opportunity to check what evil organizations there are."
Guan Ya nodded, then showed a trance, and fell into memories:
"When I was young, my mother often used Shura, the military bishop, to scare me, and when my mother was young, my grandmother also often used Shura to scare her."
Good guy, Shura is the weapon that your family has passed down from generation to generation to scare children? Zhang Yuanqing complained.
"He is an invincible and terrifying existence among the spiritual realm walkers, just like the demon god in myths and legends who will eventually destroy the world. Terrible, invincible, but extremely far away, this is my impression of him." Guan Ya said.
"How do the five leaders compare to him?" Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously.
Guan Ya thought for a moment and shook her head:
"How can I estimate the combat power of that level? But in terms of reputation, the five leaders are far inferior to Shura. And judging from the saying of 'three associations, two sects and one Shura', I think the five leaders are inferior to Shura. Well, this is just my idea."
Wang Tai next to him interrupted: "If there are their respective battle videos, I can analyze the data to see who is stronger between the leader and Shura."
"How can I find a battle video of that level?" Zhang Yuanqing shrugged: "Brother Wang Tai, why don't you analyze it, who is stronger between me and Sister Guan Ya in a hand-to-hand fight?"
Wang Tai said seriously:
"If you don't use props, two of you are not her opponent."
Guan Ya shook her head. What a boring man. At this time, you should answer: Is this even necessary? There have always been cows that die of exhaustion, but no fields that are damaged by plowing.
Yuanshi is still interesting.
Near noon, Zhang Yuanqing heard a hearty laugh from the first floor:
"Ahahaha, you still remember me, hello everyone, I will come to work often in the future, if you have any problems, just come to me, I will protect you"
Although the tone is heroic, the voice is crisp and childish. Just listening to it, Zhang Yuanqing imagined a little girl with her hands on her waist and laughing heartily.
A few seconds later, footsteps came from the steel stairs.
Zhang Yuanqing looked over and saw a girl first. She was very short, probably in the second grade of middle school, with delicate features, but not fully grown, and a fiery red long hair.
She pinched her waist, took a step that didn't recognize her relatives, and climbed up.
Behind the little girl was a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and casual pants, wearing black-framed glasses, with a gloomy temperament and messy hair. At first glance, he looked a bit like a blackened version of Wang Tai.
Wang Tai, is this your brother? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wang Tai's position.
Wang Tai lowered his head to work, ignoring the movement around him.
Guan Ya stood up with a smile to welcome the two colleagues who returned.
"Hello, Sister Guan Ya, I'm back again!" The red-haired girl raised her hand and greeted generously. Her eyes fell on Zhang Yuanqing and she said loudly:
"Is he the new colleague? The Yuanshi Tianzun who broke into the enemy camp alone and fought with the minions of the Xiahou family for three days and three nights?"
Ah? When did I fight with the minions of the Xiahou family for three days and three nights? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.
Guan Ya spread her palms and introduced Zhang Yuanqing to the girl:
"Jiang Jingwei, a level 3 fire master, 14 years old, still in junior high school, well, you should be studying."
"No, my father said that studying is misleading, and the school teaches a lot of bullshit." Jiang Jingwei came over, tiptoed, patted Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder, and laughed heartily:
"Ahaha, you are really a good-looking man, follow me in the future, I like young people with a sense of justice."
Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder was patted and it hurt, his head was buzzing, he felt that the one who patted his shoulder was not a 14-year-old girl, but the big and strong Lu Zhishen. The next second, he would clasp his hands and say:
Brother!
The skin of the girl, the soul of Lu Zhishen?
At this time, Jiang Jingwei noticed Wang Tai and was surprised:
"Hey, are you new here too?"
Wang Tai: "No, we've met before."
Jiang Jingwei was even more surprised: "Impossible, why don't I have any impression of you?"
Wang Tai: "."
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to complain about Wang Tai's talent or Jiang Jingwei's nerves.
Guan Ya continued to introduce:
"This is Senior Teng Yuan, a Level 4 Water Ghost, temporarily acting as the sergeant."
Zhang Yuanqing drew his attention back and said respectfully: "Sergeant Teng Yuan."
The middle-aged man had a dull look in his eyes and expression, and he looked like he lacked enthusiasm for life. He pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and said in a hollow voice:
"To correct it, the name of the Water Ghost after the first job change is the Plague God."
He nodded to Zhang Yuanqing: "Yes, young people are always full of energy and sense of justice. I admire young people like you, but I also want to remind you that this is just a job. You must always remember that your life is the most important thing. How sad it is to take risks for work."
Huh? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. This was different from the praise he imagined.
Teng Yuan continued:
"I formulated new rules and regulations overnight. During my temporary position as squad leader, everyone must strictly abide by this set of rules. Anyone who violates my rules will be severely punished."
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing was refreshed, thinking that this was the first three fires of a new official, and the new leader had to set rules.
Squad leader Teng Yuan pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, with a negative look and a hollow tone, and said:
"Article 1: No overtime!
"Article 2: Paid leave is allowed.
"Article 3: No clocking in at work.
"Article 4: You don't need my consent to ask for leave.
"Article 5: If you have to work overtime, the overtime pay will be tripled.
"Article 6: Change two-day weekend to three-day weekend
"Article 7"
Zhang Yuanqing's mouth opened a little bit, his expression was stunned, his mind was buzzing, and a mess of thoughts echoed:
Is this really a leader? There are still such leaders in the world? Can the chief of the True Eye be permanently transferred from his post?
As the sun set, the blue sports car drove into the underground parking garage of a hotel.
The black market was on the third floor below this hotel. In addition to the black market, the boxing champion also held underground boxing matches.
Guan Ya parked the car, opened the car, and said, "We're here."
She put on a long windbreaker to cover her proud figure, and changed her high heels into running shoes.
Guan Ya explained that although the spiritual realm walkers active in the black market were all registered, wild walkers were after all undisciplined, unruly, and did not value rules, and she was so beautiful and so stunning.
She would definitely be targeted by lustful people and cause trouble, so she had to wear a coat.
Zhang Yuanqing felt that this woman was as arrogant as her cousin, but just looking at her round peaches, tall and proud chest, and charming and delicate face, he could only endure her bragging.
Under Guan Ya's leadership, the two came to a freight elevator.
A burly and tall man was guarding the entrance of the freight elevator, with fierce eyes, examining the two people who were walking over.
Guan Ya took out a stack of cash from her windbreaker pocket and handed it over. This was the "ticket" to enter the black market, 10,000 per person.
The strong man took it and pressed the down button.
The freight elevator door opened, and Guan Ya led Zhang Yuanqing into the elevator.
As the elevator went down, Guan Ya and Zhang Yuanqing put on masks and caps.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and the dull smell of sweat and smoke, accompanied by noisy waves, rushed in.
Zhang Yuanqing looked around and saw a wide space outside the elevator. This black market was converted from an underground parking lot and divided into two major areas.
There was a huge ring in the left area, and two strong men with bare upper bodies were fighting fists to flesh, and the audience below cheered.
On the periphery were some stalls selling alcohol and food.
The right side was much quieter, with stalls arranged in an orderly manner. There were not many people shopping in the black market, and they were scattered.
Zhang Yuanqing saw a familiar face in front of a stall, the big sister Bai Long, who was leading two younger brothers to stroll around the stalls.
"Bai Long used to be a boxing champion in the ring."
Guan Ya also noticed her and said with a smile: "She likes to play a few games after buying things, so that she can make back the money she spent. Spiritual realm travelers are limited by moral values. It is not difficult to make money, but it is difficult to get rich overnight, and the materials and props in the spiritual realm are all sky-high prices."
Sky-high prices? Zhang Yuanqing began to worry about his wallet.
The two walked straight to the right side. The stalls sold very miscellaneous and messy things.
Mainly materials, information and strategies, basically no props can be seen, and even if there are, they are some props with relatively useless functions.
Zhang Yuanqing stopped in front of a stall, pointed at a bottle filled with "dark green paste", and asked: "What is this?"
He sensed that the paste contained a strong Yin energy.
The stall owner said: "Zombie body fluids."
"How much?"
"50,000."
"Fuck, so expensive?" Zhang Yuanqing was surprised, and pointed at a red crystal stone, saying: "What is this?"
"Explosive stone, which is abundant in the Fire Master's copy, consumables." The stall owner said.
"How much?"
The stall owner glanced at him: "Two fucking."
You deserve a beating! Zhang Yuanqing: "."
He scanned the various materials on the stall, pondered for a few seconds, and silently summoned the little funny guy.
Only the spirit servant himself knew which material was the most suitable.