Chapter 2886: Meeting (3)

Virtual space.

Conference room.

Zhao Chi listened as Shangguan Ting kept introducing the top lords to him.

The group beside them was chatting happily. Besides the skull-faced commander of the Iron Blood Corps, Tan Qiming, and the kindly old man, Li Jue, commander of the Dawn Corps, there were several others who looked extraordinarily powerful.

Zhao Chi felt that every single one of them was formidable, and wondered who else might be qualified to sit at the table.

Shangguan Ting squinted and asked, "Do you see that woman over there?"

Zhao Chi asked, "The one dressed up all flashy?"

"Yes, her. Haven't you had your eye on her for a while now?"

"No."

"Don't give me that. I know you're a lecher. Go ahead and look, I won't stop you."

"I really haven't."

"Hmph."

"Tell me quickly, who is she?"

"She's one of ours too, commander of the Glory Corps, Lin Mengting."

"Damn, I was just wondering who she belonged to. I didn't expect her to be a commander?"

Shangguan Ting snorted, "And you still say you didn't notice her? You're fooling a ghost?"

Zhao Chi laughed, "I was just a little surprised. Is she really that powerful?"

"Mm… her… I'm not too sure what her strength is like either, but she used to be the commander of the Glory Army, and now she's the commander of our Glory Corps. Her strength should be extraordinary."

"What races does she use?"

"Elf plus Succubus."

"Oh…"

"Don't get any ideas about her. See those burly lords beside her? Most likely… they're all her men."

"How do you know?"

"Of course I know."

Zhao Chi looked over again.

Lin Mengting was indeed a gorgeous woman.

She looked about the same age as Yao Feng, but her figure wasn't as full and explosive as Yao Feng's, though she was still quite outstanding among women.

But she really dared to dress.

She wasn't wearing a standard uniform like Yao Feng's, but a dancer's outfit.

Some styles of dancer's outfits can be very revealing, and hers was very revealing. The curves and hollows were faintly visible, truly drawing men's eyes.

Of course, that dancer's outfit was definitely a piece of fashion gear with considerable bonuses.

Lin Mengting also wore heavy makeup, even heavier than Yao Feng's.

Combined with her decent natural looks, the effect stacked up to make her look extremely seductive.

Her smile was very infectious. Driven by her smile, both the kindly old man Li Jue and the scar-covered, skull-faced Tan Qiming were all smiling.

Zhao Chi looked around again and asked, "Anyone else? Who's the one with the glowing arm?"

Shangguan Ting shook her head, "The rest are all small fry, no need to introduce them, and besides, I don't know everyone."

I'm afraid the "small fry" she mentioned were all at the level of brigade commanders or squadron commanders, all powerful lords with combat power around a million…

And judging by appearances, they really were all extraordinary.

While he was watching, nearly twenty people suddenly appeared from the west.

They were two groups, arriving together.

The moment they appeared, they drew everyone's attention.

The group on the far left was fairly large, with twelve people. The leader was a young man with a thoroughly roguish air, looking no older than thirty.

But his face was extremely handsome, probably around a 7, the kind of face that would be a campus heartthrob among men.

He wore a glossy fur coat, but left it open, revealing a light black, shiny leather armor underneath.

That leather armor faintly emanated the aura of spiritual power; it was also high-grade leather armor.

On his feet were a pair of pure black riding boots, polished very brightly.

Behind him… followed ten women, every single one a stunning beauty with looks in the 7-8 range.

These ten beauties were probably not lords, but his personal guards or close-attendant maids.

The moment he entered the room, the man burst into loud laughter.

Arms spread wide, he laughed in a very familiar manner:

"Hahaha, everyone's here! Didn't expect me to show up, did you?

"Haha, Sister Yao Feng, it's only been a few months and you've gotten even prettier! That figure is still as explosive as ever!

"Your Highness Jin Xin, it's been too long, too long!

"Brother Ying Zhi, how come you're getting smaller and smaller? Have you completely become an undead?

"Oh oh oh, sorry Your Highness Wang Xiao, I just noticed you. Don't take offense. See those women behind me? If you like any, feel free to pick one!"

His voice wasn't quiet; the whole room had a faint buzzing, vibrating feel to it.

Wang Xiao snorted, "What a surprise. How come you're here too? Who invited you?"

That man waved his hand, pointing to the noble who had arrived with him, "Who else? My brother, of course! Hahaha, where do I sit? You didn't prepare a seat for me, did you? How about I sit behind Sister Yao Feng? Haven't seen Sister Yao Feng in ages, I really miss her."

Yao Feng said coldly, "Stay away from me."

"Hahaha, Sister Yao Feng's still mad at me. Fine then. Brother Ying Zhi, shall we two have a chat?"

That man kept chatting up the high-ranking lords present, but the other lords were either surprised by his arrival or frowning and unwilling to pay him any attention.

Zhao Chi was also stunned.

What is this guy's background?

How can he be so relaxed?

Li Ruanyu and Shangguan Ting were also staring at the man in surprise.

Li Ruanyu couldn't help but ask, "Shangguan Ting, that… is that Jiang Yang?"

Shangguan Ting nodded in confusion, "Yes… why is he here too?"

"Who is Jiang Yang?" Zhao Chi felt the name was very familiar, but couldn't recall who it was.

Li Ruanyu said, "He's the Commander of the Heavenly King Army."

"Holy—"

Only then did Zhao Chi remember — that was the famous Commander of the Heavenly King Army, Jiang Yang!

He had occasionally heard her name back when he was studying, and now it really had been a while since he'd heard his name.

No wonder he reeked of bandit energy…

Behind him was another man, who also looked like a member of the Heavenly King Army, but his status should be below Jiang Yang's.

"Who's the one behind him?" Zhao Chi asked.

"Song Huaishui, a regiment commander of the Heavenly King Army. He's also very strong, and an extremely treacherous person," Li Ruanyu explained.

"What about the nobleman next to him?"

Jiang Yang's group had come together with that nobleman beside them. That nobleman was also young, around 29 years old, striking in appearance, and looked very noble.

He wasn't wearing the nobleman's signature golden armor, but a bright white silver treasure armor.

That feeling — he really looked like a young General.

The attendants following behind him were the opposite of Jiang Yang — three handsome young men, very uniform in build, looking well-trained.

Those people probably weren't lords either, but the nobleman's guards.