Is Crowze’s request excessive?

It depends on the situation.

If he is indeed a fake, then this requirement is very excessive in terms of content and wording.

But if he is not a fake, but a fake Clauze Witstoke, that is, the "Tea Fairy" himself, then this requirement is not an exaggeration.

Not only is it not too much, it is also reasonable.

Because he founded this "tea banquet" organization by himself, all the rules of this organization, including the concept of inheritance, were also formulated by him alone.

In other words, the tea banquet was originally the personal property of Clauze. He was the only master here and had unquestionable voice.

Now that the master is back, it is natural to sit in the master's position.

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"Hmph..." After a brief hesitation, Mohamud pretended to be calm and sneered, looking up at Klauze, "Do you think that if you scare Mao Feng, you can prove anything? Fakes are fakes. Even if you threaten me with force... or even kill me, I will not leave this seat..." At this point, he suddenly looked serious and raised his voice, "Because, I, Mohamud Sale, are the unquestionable orthodox leader here!"

Bang-

Before he finished speaking, Crowze slapped him and directly pulled him out of his seat and hit the wall.

This sudden scene shocked all the members of the tea banquet present.

You know, although Muhammad is not a combatant, he is at least a strong-level capable person and is not that easy to deal with; who would have thought that Klauze just raised his hand and slapped Muhammad away like a ball...

"So... the concepts created by the predecessors will eventually be misinterpreted by future generations." Two seconds later, Crowze sat down calmly and muttered, "The truth that fools tamper with may not be corrected by wise people."

"Hehe..." Hearing this, Zilin, who was standing at the door watching the show, couldn't help laughing.

Others didn't know what he was laughing at, and even Clauze didn't understand at this moment...

After a breath, Zilin walked to the wall leisurely and helped Muhammad, who had swollen face, very kindly.

But before Mohammad could say thank you to him, Zilin said in a sarcastic tone: "Did Bach slap in the face?"

Others can't understand this, but Muhammad remembers it clearly because this was the line that Zilin used when they last spoke.

"Let me go!" Muhammad, who felt strongly that he was humiliated, angrily shook Zilin's hand away. Then, he covered half of his injured face with one hand, glared at Zilin and said, "You... you thugs! scum! What do you want to do?"

"Ha..." Zilin chuckled, "What are you doing..." As he spoke, he sat in an open seat beside Clauze and crossed his legs, "Even if we don't do anything now, the Federation is already in trouble, right?"

He was right, and everyone here knew this.

"So, today, we decided to let Mr. Wittstock take over the tea banquet, or... take over the regime that is about to collapse." Zilin continued, "to ensure that in the end, those federal powerful people who are full of heart and have a good life will all get a relatively fair and decent way of death."

"Is it meaningful to say the same lie repeatedly?" Muhammad shouted, "Everyone knows that the real Clauze Witstoke has long been dead, and my grandfather is one of his coffin cargoes!"

"Did your grandfather mention this funeral story to you..." The next second, Crowze asked, "Although I was nearly a hundred years old when I died by age, I still look very young?"

"Is it strange that some mutants age very slowly and their appearance will not change even until they die?" Muhammad asked back.

"So, you can believe and accept the "Youth forever." Clauze paused, "Why do you mindlessly refuse to believe and resist the "resurrection"?"

"Because that is a two-part matter!" Muhammad said again.

"Why do you say that? Because you have seen examples of the former, but you have never seen the latter?" Crowze said, "But if the latter is standing in front of you and you don't believe it, how can others convince you?"

"The examples of immortality can be proven, but is there any evidence for you to say that you are 'resurrecting'?" Muhammad was still dissatisfied.

"That's not." Crowze said, "After all, I'm not familiar with you, otherwise I can ask you to ask questions that only I know to verify; of course, according to my speculation...even if I really answer similar questions, you will still find various reasons to question this phenomenon." He paused a little and said, "In addition, I can see that it is not only you, so far, there are not many people in this table who believe me as the "Tea Fairy" himself... but it's okay, because I don't need you to believe me, I just need you to obey me."

"Oh?" Muhammad laughed furiously when he heard this, "Ha...why?"

"Don't you like to talk about 'qualification' the most?" Before Crowze could answer, Zilin took over the conversation and said, "Isn't the answer obvious?"

"You mean this fake guy is more qualified to lead the tea banquet than me?" Muhammad asked sarcastically, fucking his hoarse voice.

"Yes." Zilin's tone was taken for granted, "I think there are more people who are more qualified than you, like a fool who is poor, vulgar, ignorant, arrogant, humble, inappropriate, and have been swollen from his face."

In his words, in addition to the apparent insult, there were also puns and irony that echoed the old things, which could be said to have made Muhammad's scalp tingle.

"Don't make a mistake... This is Crystal County, Cristo City." Muhammad had given up arguing with them, and his expression became more and more ferocious. "Even if the worst situation is considered, such as the people in this room were killed by you... you can't escape. Soon, all the "guard officers" who stayed in the city will come to encircle you..."

"It's 'very fast', it's actually now?" Zilin still looked fearless and smiled, "I know very well that when we appeared at the door, you immediately called for reinforcements through the alarm button hidden under the table. If nothing unexpected happens, at this moment, the fastest-moving 'guard officers' you mentioned should have arrived at the door of this building... And the reason why you can calm down and talk to us after being humiliated by the double humiliation of the spirit and body just now is simply because you have not given up saving your life."

Speaking of this, Zilin suddenly stood up from the chair and walked towards the door with big strides.

"But it doesn't matter. I came here this time... just to see them." Zilin said as he walked, "It's just right now, I can go and meet them while I'm making coffee."

After saying that, he opened the electronic door and went out.
Chapter completed!