Sister is missing, black technology slaughters all races

Chapter 31 The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

A moment later, the three eighth-grade grandmasters spoke one by one, and each of their words was powerful and impressive.

"Lin Chen is a perverse person who is courting death. When he is caught, the secret weapon forging method in his hands will surely become ours."

A certain grandmaster had a sharp gaze, and his words were full of contempt for Lin Chen, as well as his determination to succeed in this robbery.

As soon as he finished speaking, another great master beside him nodded in agreement.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Admittedly, these toys may be a little trivial, but they are not worthy of being put on display in a refined setting."

"Of course, it is a good expedient measure to use it to control and restrain the lower-class people who are not good at martial arts."

At the same time, the last grandmaster also snorted coldly, his expression full of disdain and arrogance between his brows.

"Hmph! A truly strong person should use his body as a sword and his will as a shield. He should contain his inner blood and energy and tap into the endless treasures of the human body. This is the right way."

"Relying on strange and lewd skills and external objects for support is ultimately a wrong path and is not worth mentioning!"

As he spoke, a majestic aura swept out, shocking everyone present.

At this moment, whether it was the seventh-grade grandmaster or the strong man who had not yet reached the sixth-grade quasi-grandmaster realm, they all spoke in response.

In martial arts practice, each level advances at a different level, and the gap becomes more terrifying as one advances in the later stages.

The status of an eighth-grade grandmaster is extremely high.

Moreover, in that huge circle of aristocratic families.

The ways of the world are like an invisible net, one move can affect the whole body.

Even verbal dissent may lead to undercurrents and even unpredictable storms.

Therefore, no matter whether the masters and prospective masters present agree in their hearts or not.

At this moment, everyone tacitly chose to agree to show respect and awe.

Obviously, this team is basically composed of strong people from various Daxia aristocratic families or those who are preparing to join the aristocratic families.

In a sense, we are all in the same boat.

When discussing matters in a secret environment, the arrogance and pride in one's words are more pronounced than in ordinary situations.

Similarly, it can be said to be more explicit and more realistic.

When you are out, especially in public places where everyone is watching.

These martial arts masters who come from aristocratic families are concerned about maintaining the prestige and image of their family.

They often choose to show others a humble and gentle attitude.

It is like a carefully choreographed stage play, interpreting the style of a noble family.

But once you take off the gorgeous social disguise and reveal your true nature, you will express it this way.

After all, deep down in their hearts, the vast majority of powerful people from martial arts families do not regard those ordinary people who are at the bottom of Da Xia and have no chance to practice martial arts as their compatriots with the same roots.

The look he cast was filled with indifference, as if looking down on an ant.

The inherent sense of superiority stretches across the body like a mountain, creating an insurmountable gap in identity.

Those countless unqualified lower-class people, although like stars in the eyes of the strong, are ultimately dim and dull.

To them, they are ordinary people who have no qualifications to practice.

He is just a "monkey" living under the same world, but can never touch the true meaning of martial arts power.

He only has the form of a living being, but lacks the soul to understand martial arts.

Only those who have the qualifications to practice martial arts and can pry open the door to the mysteries of blood and energy can be considered to have begun to escape from the "monkey" class.

As for the major aristocratic families, their methods for breaking through their original levels remain basically unchanged.

Either they win over and make friends with them, or they suppress them madly until they are completely taken in as dogs. In fact, if it weren't for the aristocratic families, they would have to rely on the selfless dedication of the common people to build the foundation of their cloud life with their blood and sweat.

Those powerful people from aristocratic families probably don't even bother to show some pretended kindness.

To them, the lower classes are nothing more than tools for them to maintain their noble status and enjoy a luxurious life.

That's it.

Such class phenomena are just like the reflection of the martial-free world in Lin Chen's previous life.

Although they have different forms, they are essentially the same.

However, the symbol of power has changed from being controlled by martial arts power to gold, silver, wealth, industrial foundations, social influence, etc.

The medicine remains the same, just a new soup.

Relatively speaking, the performance of the aristocratic families in Daxia is quite good compared to the financial tycoons in other countries who blatantly pursue profits.

They still know how to polish their appearance and do some icing on the cake to maintain that honor and decency.

Of course, even so, it is only on the surface, just for show, the core remains unchanged.

A moment later, inside the private plane cabin.

The powerful men with extraordinary strength all had calm expressions, and appeared relaxed and comfortable as they talked and laughed.

In their opinion, although Lin Chen's behavior was radical and violent, and brought unexpected twists and turns to the mission, there were indeed some benefits that could not be ignored.

Those were the omissions and rough spots in the earlier actions, which were now cleverly filled in like a puzzle by Lin Chen's crazy actions.

Those shocking and bloody live broadcast scenes have been imprinted in the eyes of countless people.

The lives of more than 5,000 innocent people were suddenly extinguished like fragile lights.

It turns into cold numbers, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Regardless of whether Lin Chen is ultimately identified as a traitor, his name is destined to be closely linked to this tragedy.

It is like an iron nail deeply embedded in the pillar of shame in history. No matter how time passes, the mottled bloodstains cannot be erased.

The somewhat hasty arrest warrant issued by the Daxia government seemed extremely appropriate at this moment, and could even be considered a wise decision.

It was as if there had been a foreshadowing, just waiting for this moment to come.

When the dust settled, everyone divided up the huge industry and wealth that was enough to rival a country left by Lin Chen.

Just sprinkle a few crumbs from this mountain of treasure.

It is enough to create a touching scene of "justice is served and losses are compensated".

At that time, countless people will naturally be rejoicing, temporarily forgetting the deep sorrow behind those innocent souls, and be satisfied with this insignificant symbolic compensation.

And once again, they cheered and supported the fair and just actions of the Daxia officials even more.

As for that little beast Lin Chen, he would naturally be like his sister Lin Xinglan, who was equally stubborn and didn't want to integrate with the aristocratic family forces.

Together, they will forever bear the stigma of traitors on the pillar of history's shame.

The truth doesn't matter!

Only winners are qualified to write the future.

at the same time.

In the core area of ​​Qingshan City, the Xingchen Technology Building stands proudly, reaching into the sky.

In the luxurious space on the top floor, Lin Chen held a goblet filled with crystal clear red wine in one hand.

He stood straight and proudly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

His eyes were deep and cold, staring at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, as if waiting for something.

(End of this chapter)