After finishing the Phantom Brigade, Shinyang returned to the Hunter Association as if he was fine.

During his absence, Paristone almost dismantled the association and almost dismantled it!

Without Nitro's suppression and even with the support of the new president, Paristone was completely indifferent to the consequences when doing things!

Perfectly implement the central idea that those who follow me will prosper and rebellious will perish!

So much so that in such a short time, the number of hunters sent to Africa increased by dozens of times, and the number of hunters who declared missing was about to break through the triple digits!

The association is in danger, everyone is afraid of being targeted by the vice president, and then sent to Africa for mining.

Of course, star-rated hunters have their own jobs and don’t have much contact with the association’s internal staff.

People like this are better fooling!

Paristone has brainwashed many people with his "personal charm".

The Twelve Earthly Branches could not suppress Pariston so much that they could not suppress Pariston. This time, they were even more hopeless. Instead, Pariston took the opportunity to almost knock out several of them.

Let them wonder if this bastard Paristone is crazy?

If you are so random, aren’t you afraid of liquidation after the new president comes back?

So after Zhenyang came back, the bean noodle man Bingz immediately came over with a pile of written documents.

"What is this?"

"It's all complaints about the vice president's abuse of power and other 123 charges..." Bingz said, wiping his khan.

Zhenyang was stunned for a moment, pointing at the documents that were more than meter high, "All of them?"

"Of course not..."

Zhenyang breathed a sigh of relief, "I just said that even if there were complaints, there would be no such many."

Then I heard Bingzi say, "It's less than half here, and there's more than half left. I can't move it at once. I'll move it here later."

grass!

While he was away, what did Pariston do?

"You go and call Paristone over to me, and I'll ask him about the specific situation."

"Yes, President."

Berz is a completely qualified secretary who knows the priorities of things, but will not let his own subjective factors affect other people's judgments.

Soon, Paristone appeared.

"You don't seem to be very happy to see me coming back alive?"

"How could it be? I was so happy that I was about to cry." Paristone had a hypocritical smirk on her face, and she said that she was not worried or kidney-free.

"Okay, there is no one here, please put away your disgusting smirk. Every time I see me, I can't help but punch your face."

"Oh, I'm hated."

"...If you want to die, you can say something in this tone."

The hero did not suffer any loss at the moment. Pariston knew that if he didn't restrain himself, he might be beaten, so he decisively restrained himself from smirking or making fun of him.

"Tell me, what have you done during my absence? Why are there so many complaint letters?"

Pariston looked over and muttered in a low voice: "I have obviously warned him. It seems that it's time to change the president to an obedient secretary."

"Next time I say my thoughts, please go out and say it. The sound is not small at all, I can hear it all." Zhenyang complained.

Paristone didn't care, and then began to talk about what he had done during this period and what stage-by-stage successful results he had achieved.

As Zhenyang listened, he felt something was wrong and quickly interrupted: "You drove everyone to Africa to mine. Are there any people in the association?"

"Yes, I have promoted everyone who is willing to be obedient. Moreover, those who go to Africa to mine will cry and shout and want to come back after not staying for two days. The customs and culture over there are very attractive..."

Mad, attractive, why don't you go there yourself?

Zhenyangte wanted to complain about this sentence, but he still endured it.

“Then these complaints?”

"It's just a small counterattack that some people are powerless. I'll burn it in a moment."

Zhenyang smacked his lips, "I stumbled on my mouth."

"There are more than half of the place on Prze. Remember to take it away together later."

"Also, how about the things you were looking into?"

Paris Channel: "There have been initially achieved, but I don't think now is a good time to start. Even though V5 was originally established to control the road to a new world, after so many years, V5 will not allow new forces to challenge them. The Karting Empire is the lesson of the past."

"I know what you said, but it's only a matter of time to match V5, so the more you need to do the preparations in the early stage, the better. When the time is right, start taking action immediately."

"You are the president, you have the final say."

Paristone still felt that it was too urgent. It was really time for a world war. After a few nuclear bombs, the world's nuclear power would be settled immediately, and everything was meaningless.

Of course, this is because he didn't know the trump card in Zhenyang's hand, so he thought so.

"By the way, wait a moment, you can increase the wanted level of the Phantom Brigade by another level, and the assassination amount in the black market will be increased by another 100 million, each person will be 100 million. It will make the wind sound like some."

Pariston's eyes flashed, and in an instant, many possibilities flashed through his head, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

"good."

"Is there anything else?"

"I'm very annoyed by someone in the twelve earthly branches."

“Isn’t this what you like to do the most?”

"It doesn't matter if the plan is delayed?" Paristone asked back.

Zhenyang sighed, "If you don't have it, just send it to Africa to dig coal first. If you are really stubborn, then report it to me. The association will remember their sacrifice."

After getting the result that satisfies himself, Paristone re-swept a familiar smirk on her face and left with those complaints.

Of course, I didn't forget to take away the remaining ones from Berz's hands.

complaint?

Impeach?

hehe!

They were torn apart and threw them into the brazier, burning very vigorously.

Paristone never felt so good.

Zhenyang stood in front of the glass and looked down at everything in front of him.

If you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy.

The more he indulged now, the more powerful he exerted, and the more hatred he attracted.

And when the tool man completes his mission, there is naturally no need to exist.

He also needs someone to take the blame.

I guess Paristone should have seen these things very clearly, but this guy didn't care and just wanted to pursue excitement.

This is what he wants.

"Let me see how many people this twisted and crazy flame can burn to death, but don't let me down!"
Chapter completed!