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Everything originated from the "memory bank" of the young man in front of him.
"Don't go!"
Slap it.
The teacup in Netero's hand had cracks.
The old man, who always had a kind face, suddenly had a serious expression, even a little cold... and stared straight at Long.
That look...that invisible pressure.
At that moment...Long stopped breathing.
My hair stands on end!
He wanted to resist instinctively... but found that even moving a finger... was not easy.
The Bean Noodle Man and Biscuit on the side were also dumbfounded... and equally unable to speak or move.
Old man... it's extremely rare, he's serious!
Chapter 73 A Mission
During their conversation from beginning to end, the two never mentioned the words "Dark Continent".
But both sides knew what the other was saying.
Have you figured yourself out?
"As expected of you."
Long was looking at the old man's explosive momentum and praised him in his heart.
Meanwhile, Bisiji's heart was trembling... She also understood what the president meant and knew that he was referring to the Dark Continent.
But...why do you treat Long like this? !
She had never seen the old man be so strict and cautious with anyone.
You know, hunters in the association often think of the Dark Continent... This is normal. Some of them even joke about exploring the Dark Continent in front of Netero. The old man just warns them with a smile, saying that people can die... and then moves on.
why?
Why is it like this for Long? …
Is it because he looks like Bi Yangde?
There are only a handful of people in the association who know that the president has a son, and Bisiji happens to be one of them. This is a secret... and it must not be told. However, based on her understanding of the president, even someone like Bi Yangde would not do this...
Are there any other reasons?
Or maybe… Long’s hidden danger is bigger than that person…
"If one day I become stronger than you, you won't be able to stop me..." Oboro suddenly spoke and looked into Netero's eyes.
"You can do it first."
Netero said in a deep voice, "From the day you join the association, as long as your strength is not as good as mine, or I am not dead... you cannot set foot there!"
“It’s best not to even have any ideas…”
"Is this... the restraint you're giving me?"
Long smiled slightly, "You really did set a trap for me, but... it's well-intentioned. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."
From Netero's perspective, if he had not become a member of the association, in the near future, perhaps a few years or ten years later, with his personality, he could completely use the gang forces and official pawns to sneak to the Dark Continent.
There is even a chance of getting permission...
But now with the identity of an association...it’s a little different.
Of course, Oboro could also sense that... Netero was acting out of a protective mood.
Protect him?
No…it’s more about protecting humans.
Go to the Dark Continent to die...it doesn't matter.
What I’m afraid of is that the person is not dead and has come back…
Suddenly, the old man withdrew his aura, and the three people in the room felt the pressure disappear.
Hot water overflowed from the broken teacup, and the man with the flour hurriedly picked up a handkerchief and began to wipe it on his knees.
"I know you are very smart... but you are too bold. No one can be sure what choice you will make at any time and anywhere." The old man smiled warmly.
It was as if the scene just now was all an illusion.
"So, that's why you tied me up and kept me under your watch?" Long said softly.
"Tie? Who can tie up a guy like you?! The most I can do is take care of you as your elder before you come of age..." Netero said with a smile.
"Oh... then thank you so much."
Long's tone was mocking.
"You're welcome…"
"After going around in circles and knocking on the hammer, are you satisfied? Can we get down to business now? Hurry up." Long urged.
The way to become stronger!
Biscuit on the side squinted his eyes... Fortunately it was her. If it was someone else, the conversation between the two foxes, one big and one small, would probably be confusing and very anxious.
Sometimes I can understand it, and sometimes it seems like the two of them are speaking in secret.
But both sides understand each other's meaning...
Even she had to ponder and analyze it before she could understand it.
"Wow...young people nowadays are so impatient..."
Netero gave an order, and the man with the bean-face handed Long a document that he had prepared early in the morning and asked him to take a look.
"You know the Republic of East Gotuo, right?"
The bean-faced man Jian Long was flipping through the information while saying, "We have received news that there is a special tribe in this country... We need the association to send someone to investigate."
"Because this country is completely closed and not a member state, the outside world knows very little about it."
Hazy's heart moved.
He originally thought that what the president said...the way to become stronger was a means or practice, but he never expected that it was actually a mission!
And...the United States of East Gothia?
Isolated from the world...similar to the feeling of Meteor Street.
It is also a small dictatorial monarchy that will be dominated by the Ant King Meruem in the future.
"What needs to be investigated means... that they are potentially dangerous to society, right?"
Long was a little wary. The Republic of East Goto was cut off from the outside world. No matter what kind of unrest happened inside, it was their own business... Not to mention the association, even V5 had no right to interfere or intervene... This small country was not a member state, just like Kakin. The regulations set by V5 did not restrict it in any way.
The reason why someone needs to be sent there is that... the tribe has a big problem. Once it breaks out, it will not only affect Dongguotu... It is similar to the nature of the Chimera Ants.
Judging from the original work, the impact is probably not that serious, after all, there is no relevant description.
Or it was resolved by the association.
In other words... this mission is an event beyond my vague memories.
Full of uncertainty.
"This information is too simple... There are no important clues, only a map." Long closed the file and said calmly.
"Due to their national conditions, there is nothing we can do about it...otherwise, we wouldn't have sent anyone there."
The bean-faced man said.
"It's very difficult... and your life may be in danger. You can refuse!" Netero smiled and stretched out a finger, giving advice.
"Completing the mission will significantly enhance my strength... Are you sure?"
Long was unmoved and shook the information in his hand.
"Ah."
The old man nodded.
I have a feeling that this mission is going to be... very troublesome.
Ethnic group...
There are many mysterious and special ethnic groups distributed on various continents, such as the Kuruta tribe, the bandaged mummy in the brigade, the peeling rift with holes all over his body, and the Qiutundu tribe where he was born. These are just a few of them.
After all, the current human continent is just a small island in the center of Lake Mobius in the entire world, and humans only migrated from the Dark Continent in ancient times.
Different ethnic groups have different cultures and beliefs...
The danger is also different.
"it is good."
Long thought about it and agreed.
"Come on... I'm optimistic about you!" Netero blinked.
"..."
hazy.
He understood that the old man had calculated his desire for power...
"You're not going alone, are you?" Biscuit at the side asked quickly.
"Of course not. I'm going to go get ready."
Long stood up slowly.
"Do you want help? Although we don't get along very well, but... I am kindhearted. If you put aside your attitude and ask me for help, I can still agree to it. Anyway, I have nothing to do recently... But... my reward is not low..."
Seeing this, Biscuit showed a smug look as if he was ready to blackmail someone.