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Clap, clap, clap, clap-clap, clap-clap-clap...

The association secretary, Su Qiwen, wordlessly applauded.

They'd all thought Old Chen was the only one who knew how to put on a show, pulling off one brilliant move after another. Who could've guessed someone even more impressive would come along? Truly, each generation had its talents, and each one surpassed the last.

It was enough to leave anyone speechless.

"Wait, what did you say? Wipe out the Vietnam Wizards?"

Old Man Wang looked utterly incredulous.

Young people these days really knew how to have fun. They either did nothing at all or went straight for something huge.

"Uh, should I keep going?"

Li Bai raised the A4 sheet in his hand. That wasn't the only thing he'd prepared to say.

"Go on, go on!"

Old Man Wang figured that if they kept interrupting every other sentence with questions, they'd end up missing lunchtime.

"All right, I'll continue!"

The name "Nine Provinces Xuan Association" sounded like a feudal-superstition organization. As for Councilor Yan Guangyuan, who'd supposedly been persuaded and educated, he'd long since sung his swan song and become a corpse. Now Li Bai, the Great Demon, could spout whatever nonsense he liked; no one was around to contradict him, so whatever he said went.

So a bunch of failed web novelists had turned into feudal-superstition fanatics.

"Pfft!"

Old Man Wang sprayed out a mouthful of tea. His younger brother, Wang Pingkang, sitting across the conference table, took the full blast and was left looking both innocent and awkward.

"Another killing?"

After asking, the old man felt around his person, checking whether he had any fast-acting heart pills or something like that on him.

Just hearing about those two incidents was enough to make him feel like he was losing control!

The old quartermaster, Wu