"That idiot Ono!" He slammed heavily on the chair. The person who spoke was a man in his forties wearing a black turban, with two eyes shining brightly.

"Okay, Okada." The speaker's voice was very calm, and it seemed to have a good temper. However, as soon as this person opened his mouth, the angry Okada closed his mouth. It seemed that the person who spoke should not be a good match. This person was not someone else, but Guaikawa's master. He sat upright on the cushion in a straight sitting posture, hid his hands in his sleeves, and his eyelids drooped slightly and couldn't see his eyes clearly. "Now is not the time to discuss how stupid Ono is. Now is how we deal with this incident."

"Dispose? What to deal with?! The guys in the ninth place dared to detain our God Ninja for no reason. They are serious violations of the rules. We should immediately protest to them. They must immediately release the person, apologize, and compensate us for our losses!" The person who spoke was dressed in a standard ninja manner, and had an extremely ordinary face that was difficult to find when he was thrown into the crowd. However, when he mentioned compensation for the losses, the greed in his eyes made people feel disgusted.

"Compensation?!" Okata gave the public a mocking smile and spoke without any face. "Yamada, you are still as greedy as ever. You want to compensate. Humph, if you have the courage to speak to the old fox Xue in the ninth place, you can go! If you don't have the courage, you can stop talking nonsense here!"

"Okita, you..." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Yamada's face, but soon this embarrassment turned into shame and anger, and his face turned gloomy, "I don't have the courage, you can talk if you have the courage!"

"I said, it's not me who wants to compensate!" Okita grinned his teeth as if it were Yamada, "This person must be self-aware. Without that ability, he should not have such a big dream!"

"Baga!" Yamada jumped up in anger, and subconsciously touched his waist.

"I'm afraid you won't do it!" Okita was not willing to be outdone. He gently helped the ground with his fingertips, and the muscles on his back tightened, as if a cheetah was about to rush out to hunt down and made an attacking gesture.

"Du!" A black-light kunai pierced into Okada and Yamada with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and directly interrupted the two of them who were ready to go.

"Enough! Now is not the time to resolve your personal grudges! If you do this again, don't blame me for being rude!" The master of Guaikawa raised his eyelids. Unlike his peaceful expression, his pair of sharp eyes as sharp as a blade.

"Yes, yes, the most important thing now is Ono discussing Ono's issues well." This guy was working hard to smooth things over.

"Yes, no matter what, Ono is the god ninja of my Great J Empire, and there is no right to detain it in the ninth place."

"I agree! If the Ninth Division insists on violating the rules, then we will appeal to the arbitration office."

"Okay, since everyone agrees, then we will officially protest to the ninth place in the name of everyone!" A hint of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the master of Guaikawa. No matter what, at least his initial goal was to achieve it.

What an old fox! Everyone present is a human spirit, and there is no way to see this person’s plan. However, everyone also understands that they must not let Ono be detained by the ninth place, so even though they know that this person is using everyone’s name to do selfish things, everyone has to turn a blind eye and grit their teeth and admit it.

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"Haha~" picked up the fax that had just been freshly baked on the table. The director of the Ninth Department, who was the one who was the one who was the god of the country, pulled out a smiley expression. Then he rubbed the fox and waved his hand. The fax drew a beautiful parabola in the air and fell into the garbage can.

"Director, you are not good at doing this, right?" The young man, who was the assistant to Director Xue, looked worried and asked in a low voice.

"Not very good? What's wrong with it?" Director Xue said with an indifferent look on his face.

"But this is a collective protest document from several great masters in the country of J..." The little assistant's voice became smaller and smaller, and he looked like he was not very confident. In fact, he really wanted to cry at this time, okay? No wonder his first senior couldn't do it for a long time. It was not that they didn't work hard or that they were not capable enough, but that they were too willful!

The little assistant understood very well that although Director Xue looked like he was in his forties, in fact, this person was about the same age as his grandfather. When he thought of this, the little assistant felt like he was covered in blood on Hu Yi's face. Alas, these practitioners really cannot be judged by common sense! Not only this face, but the way of behavior and how these people do things, they make him just normal. It's wrong. It should be said that he is under great pressure from ordinary people.

I said that you, Director Xue Da, is already very old (not looking at your face, just looking at your age), but you can't do anything that makes them, as ordinary assistants, worry-free?! This is okay in front of outsiders, and it looks quite serious. But this person in front of this familiar person is not like this. He likes to turn around and make people guess. If you have any questions, you like to make a "pit" and let them dance. It's okay if he watches the fun on it, but this person can't have snacks in foreign-related incidents?!

Forget the protest fax photo sent by several great masters from the country, the little assistant felt powerless. It would be fine if you didn't deal with it. Is it really good to just throw it away? Aren't you afraid of causing serious incidents?

"Little Li, relax! Things are not as serious as you think." Director Xue's eyes flashed with jokes. He reached out and patted the little assistant's shoulder, and said blankly. "Don't call me Little Li!" The little assistant couldn't help but protest habitually, "My name is Li Yingjie. Director, you can call him with your name and name. It's better to call him Xiao Li, but you can't ask for this misunderstood title?"

"Li Yingjie? Xiao Li?" Director Xue made a serious expression and shouted twice, then changed his tone and changed his mouth again, "Little Li Zi! This person's call is more friendly and easy."
Chapter completed!