"Hiss..."
As the automatic doors slid open, Fang Li and the others entered a combat conference room.
"----"
At that instant, a series of gazes fell upon Fang Li and his group in perfect unison.
"Mm..."
As though she had sensed an oppressive force, Sylvia abruptly stopped in her tracks.
"Hmph..."
Genos stopped as well, the electronic eyes in his mechanical face flickering faintly.
"Oh my, oh my. Looks like everyone is here."
"No, it seems a few are still absent."
As if they had long been mentally prepared, Bang and Atomic Samurai chatted without a care for anyone else.
Fang Li, meanwhile, raised his gaze and looked ahead.
Before him lay a dimly lit combat conference room.
The room was not especially spacious. At its center stood only a long conference table capable of seating around twenty people.
Yet one person after another was already seated around that table.
They were all looking toward Fang Li and his group standing at the doorway.
Some of those gazes were appraising, some curious, some wary, while others seemed utterly uninterested.
But every single gaze carried pressure, great or small.
If they were gathered together, even a Dragon-class monster would likely be crushed in an instant.
Naturally, Fang Li and the others were not overwhelmed.
Fang Li's eyes even swept over each of them in turn.
Information surfaced automatically in his mind, allowing him to identify everyone present.
S-Class Rank 6, a ten-year-old genius boy, the Hero Association's strategist, a hero capable of using weapons hidden in the backpack on his back to defeat enemies—Kid Emperor.
S-Class Rank 7, a man nearing thirty with a chilling scar across his face and a frightening appearance. According to Hero Association records, he had effortlessly defeated many Monsters with extremely high disaster levels and resolved