In the blink of an eye, an old hen turned into a duck.
Now that the Deepdark Token had been tossed right under their noses, nobody was feeling good about it.
What the hell was this thing?!
I thought the Security Bureau had come charging in, and now you're telling me it was people from Deepdark dropping by for a visit?!
How was that reasonable?!
For a moment, they were all dumbfounded, staring at one another.
"I am Anvil Elder's direct disciple, Nanyun Craftsman Master, Chief Superintendent of the Central Bureau of Deepdark Construct Oversight, Secluded Master: Genichiro Nanyunshi Chūchū!"
Ji Jue raised his head proudly. A hoarse voice emerged from beneath the Golden Mask. "Now that I have frankly revealed myself, why are you all cowering and hiding things?
What? Does the Evil Transformation Cult not even understand basic manners?!"
He seized the initiative and barked:
"First, tell me your names."
If he tried to speak nicely to these maggots who worshipped Unending, they might not listen. They might even think he was a soft target ripe for the picking.
But if he put on airs, showed them the right face, and made it clear that he would start throwing hands the moment they disrespected him, then they would definitely find their brains again... That was the confidence the Deepdark ID gave him!
All he could say was, thank you, Dragon Poison, for the reward, likes, and positive review!
At worst, they would throw down!
Ji Jue was not afraid, but could these people really make the decision?
After a moment of commotion, the first elder to step forward underwent a rapid succession of twisted changes. Countless faces seemed to flow across his blank visage—savage, gloomy, cold, smiling, completely different from one another—yet his pitch-black pupils alone remained empty,