Chapter 1528

No... was this your attitude toward him just now?

Because he didn't expect the Third Director's sudden turn against them, the Flesh-Eating Doe was caught off guard and was hit by the large iron pot thrown over.

Looking at the square-headed old man who was calling him a little beast just now, but now calling him a beloved disciple and a proud student, the Flesh-Eating Doe with a large black pot hanging on his antlers was instantly furious, and roared with wide eyes:

"Iron Badger! You..."

"Who is Iron Badger? There are only iron pots, iron basins, and iron spoons here, there is no Iron Badger at all!"

"???"

You damn... are you cutting ties this fast?

Looking at the Third Director in front of him who refused to recognize the badger after turning his face, and directly exited the King-Slaughtering Society on the spot, the Flesh-Eating Doe was trembling with anger, roaring hoarsely:

"You weren't saying that just now! You weren't calling him a little beast just now! I heard it all!"

"Then you must have heard it wrong."

"I didn't!"

"Then it's a misunderstanding, or you both heard it wrong and understood it wrong."

Faced with the huge temptation of thirty-nine True Gods plus a Pillar God, and other rare materials that might be related, things like reputation, school, disgrace, and infamy... these valueless things instantly disappeared from the Third Generation old man's mind.

"You must have heard it wrong. I didn't say beast, I said born."

Under the gaze of the Flesh-Eating Doe, whose eyes were splitting with rage, the Third Director stiffened his square head and reinterpreted shamelessly:

"Born. It means born. I treat that child as my own, just like he was born to me! He brought me so many good things this time, he must have felt my earnest expectations for him."

"Oh, hehehe. When I first saw that child Li Ang, I felt particularly compatible with him. Later, he learned my Heart-Mind school in two or three moves and used my pot to forge anomalous objects. I knew immediately that he must be the successor I had been waiting for!"

You successor my ass!!! Can I not know what you are planning? When you mentioned "good things" just now, your damn mouth had already reached your ears!!!

Being burned by the Third Generation old man's incredibly low integrity, but really unable to do anything about this old rogue, the Flesh-Eating Doe, whose teeth were almost broken, had to try his best to say harsh words:

"Iron Badger! Don't forget that you are also a member of our King-Slaughtering Society! You have leaked information about the Cleaning Bureau to us in the past! You are no longer..."

"Hehe, the information I leaked to you was all old information from the past. Those old-fashioned intelligence, they were all from a thousand or eight hundred years ago. Even if I tell you, what can you do? It can't count as me betraying the Cleaning Bureau."

"But aren't you afraid that we..."

"What am I afraid of?"

The Third Director chuckled:

"Are you afraid that you will go to the Cleaning Bureau to report me? Or are you afraid that you will deliberately leak my information?"

"Silly roe deer, don't forget, I signed my name on your law book back then, belonging to the external members officially recorded by the King-Slaughtering Society. Although I can't reveal your plans to the Cleaning Bureau, if you want to reveal my information..."

"Hehehehe, then I can only say good luck to you~"

"..."

"Alright! Get lost! Hurry up and get lost!"

After rummaging through his coffin, taking out a bone broom covered in spider webs, the Third Director pointed the broom at the Flesh-Eating Doe and drove him away with impatience:

"Don't scrape your hooves blindly, you broke my bricks. What if my disciple trips when he comes? It's rare for that child to come back once, I have to tidy up properly. Get lost here! Do you hear me?"

"..."

Ahhhhhhhh!!!

"How is it?"

Seeing the elk phantom appearing beside the bone long table, a True God wearing an iguana mask hurriedly stood up and asked with expectation:

"What did Iron Badger say? Did he agree to cooperate with us in an ambush on the Food God?"

"..."

Looking at the expectation in the iguana's eyes, the Flesh-Eating Doe wearing an elk mask couldn't help but twitch his mouth, and his expression became extremely difficult to hold on to. Cooperate with us in an ambush on the Food God? When I was driven away, that old dog was already cleaning up everywhere with a broom, preparing to sweep the couch to welcome his beloved beast!

Looking at the elk... it's obviously not done!

After getting the answer from the Flesh-Eating Doe's silence, a group of King-Slaughtering Society members couldn't help but look at each other. The atmosphere, which had become a bit heated because of the Flesh-Eating Doe's appearance, immediately cooled down.

"I said long ago that he definitely wouldn't agree!"

A woman wearing a seagull mask hammered the bone long table, her voice full of anger:

"Although Iron Badger joined us in name, he doesn't even count as a benefit exchange with us! If it really comes to a big matter, he will definitely lean toward the Cleaning Bureau!"

"But this is at least an opportunity, right? If we don't ambush in the Dead World, are we going to continue to break into the Watchtower?"

"Breaking into the Watchtower is better than this! What if Iron Badger risks being killed by the law book and tells the Cleaning Bureau?"

"How is that possible? Not to mention he is so afraid of death, with the binding force of the law book, he would be..."

"Alright, stop arguing!"

After interrupting the quarrel among the King-Slaughtering Society members, the White Snake sitting in the first seat on the left of the long table rubbed his brow and said powerlessly:

"Since Iron... since the Third Director of the Cleaning Bureau didn't agree, it's difficult for us to kill the Food God under the protection of more than one director without his cover. Let's scrap this attack plan!"

"White Snake, really not going to try again?"

Hearing this, the Flesh-Eating Doe couldn't help but say:

"Counting me, four masters of the Dead World have clearly turned to us, and seven others have a vague attitude and mean to join hands with us. If we can pull them all over..."

"Don't think about it, you can't pull them over."

The White Snake lowered his head and didn't speak, while a certain newly promoted Vice President who took his seat at the head of the table tucked his hands into his sleeves and answered slowly:

"Originally we had the advantage, and seeing that we could break the Watchtower, the Dead World naturally didn't mind coming to get a share. Now that we have been killed twenty-something in one go, the Dead World will definitely start to wait and see again."

"So don't think about making trouble. Instead of sending yourself up to be killed like a dog, it's better to honestly stay with me and wait for the President and other Vice Presidents to come back from the Old Earth... White Snake? What do you think?"

"I..."

Looking at the Crow's slightly smug eyes, the White Snake, who escaped from the Witch Kingdom by relying on the avoidance of Ang's disaster, couldn't help but close his eyes, then turned his head and said helplessly:

"I also agree to wait for a while. Although we don't necessarily have to wait until the Food God dies of old age, we can wait for the President and other Vice Presidents to come back from the Old Earth."

"No! Can't wait!"

The Flesh-Eating Doe said anxiously:

"I contacted other masters of the Dead World and finally solved the Saio Kingdom matter. Now the Cleaning Bureau must have set their sights on me!"

"Then you just run."

"I can run, but can my White Bone Palace and Corpse Soil Black Forest run?"

Faced with the Crow's suggestion that was purely standing and talking without back pain, the Flesh-Eating Doe couldn't help but say angrily:

"We masters of the Dead World are bound to the Dead World! If I really run, then my position will be gone!"

"But you have to choose between no position and no life... Mm... Or you don't have to choose."

"Crow? You... what do you mean by saying this?"

"I mean..."

Activating his 【Ang Disaster Avoidance】 authority and feeling the "Ang flavor" on the Flesh-Eating Doe that was several times richer than Wuyou Zhishu's back then, the Crow couldn't help but lean his upper body back uncomfortably, then frowned and gave his advice with pity in his eyes.

"Honestly, compared to what you might face in the future, I suggest you might as well go directly to the Cleaning Bureau and surrender."

(End of chapter)