I have to say that although the Hand of the Master has almost monopolized all legal professionals in One China, there are still legal professionals who are unwilling to join. Everyone has their own ambitions.

These people don't join any clubs, or they have formed some small clubs by themselves. The advantage of having fewer people and fewer people is that the members have a very close relationship and can play together in peacetime.

In a large society like the Hand of the Master, there are many members who don’t know each other. Yan Erchong is like that. Although he is the president and his memory can be remembered long ago, he is out of I didn’t care about it, so the members didn’t agree.

But apart from him, those who are thinking about building a society don't have enough strength to convince the crowd, so he can't shirk his position as president now.

The characteristics of the members of the funeral club are very easy to identify. The long hair of one water, dyed in various hairstyles and colors, is obviously a non-mainstream style.

It's 2030, but the reputation of the love-burial family has been circulating on the Internet, and there are always so few ignorant, passionate teenagers who will pursue its past glory.

In reality, some teenagers who want to pursue individuality may not be revealed due to scrutiny of school rules, parental discipline, social gazes, and self-volume restrictions. They just buried their passion deeply. Contact on the Internet occasionally.

But in the virtual world, they apparently let themselves go, and immediately changed their hair to what the family should have.

When the people from the Master's Hand Society arrived at the cafeteria, the door was already full of people. Zhao Hao used his fat body with a relatively large tonnage to squeeze a path for the members to enter.

I saw a dozen people scrambling together. There were men and women. There were no rules. There were a lot of oil stains on the ground. This is not the oil eaten in the cafeteria, but the greasy technique.

But most people can't tell which of them are magicians, because everyone fights directly with melee, and the magicians don't have the time to prepare magic.

It is estimated that even a mage who does not want to fight hand-to-hand has to be involved in the battlefield. It can be said that a talented person meets a soldier, and it is unreasonable.

After all, there are only a small number of students who can silently cast magic while moving. Even though many people have advanced to the profession of magician, they may not be 100% successful if they stand still and use a magic.

It can be said that throwing a small fireball at these people now can definitely destroy them, even if they can't be killed, the greasy substances on their bodies will burn.

"Don't fight anymore!" a girl suddenly ran out of the crowd, shouting anxiously, obviously, there are people she knows inside.

"Yeah, you can't beat people like this!" Zhao Hao said with a sly mouth, with a stern smile on his face, which caused the crowd to laugh.

"Bang!" A boy was suddenly picked up by another boy, and he threw it towards the wall, smashing the wall near the door directly.

In a cafeteria in the public world, the wall materials are naturally the same as the actual reinforced concrete, and such materials cannot withstand the heavy blows of the Black Iron Rank melee professionals.

"If you fight again, it is estimated that the entire cafeteria will be destroyed." Liu Zhilong folded his hands on his chest and frowned. Since he was defeated by Naoto Tanaka, he has also developed the habit of holding his chest with his hands. Coupled with his always looking up and looking down, he looks very arrogant.

"Hey, short and strong, or else you will persuade you? Haven't you been very good at doing this?" said a feminine boy chewing gum.

"Damn, dead eunuch, believe it or not, I made you a real eunuch!" Liu Zhilong scolded angrily, staring at the feminine boy with both eyes.

"Why, I want to fight, right? We absolutely won't be afraid of you!" The feminine boy's face also became cold, and he raised his **** towards Liu Zhilong.

The feminine boy with black-rimmed glasses was named Sima Qian, a second-year high school student. Perhaps his parents preferred the historian Sima Qian, and his father's surname was Sima, so he gave his son this name.

However, those who have good things use this to give Sima Qian the nickname, such as the chief general, the dead eunuch, and the like, plus Sima Qian's appearance is somewhat feminine, this nickname has spread more and more.

Sima Qian hated these nicknames since childhood, especially Liu Zhilong, a classmate with his classmates, the most popular, the two have long looked at each other upset.

"Just you? A group of mobs." Liu Zhilong moved his neck and fingers, and made a creak of joints.

"Okay, people will fight inside, let's fight outside, don't let other people watch the jokes." At this time, a crisp female voice sounded. It was Miyamoto Saori, a transfer student from Class 2 who was standing by Liu Zhilong. By your side.

Miyamoto Saori's strength has reached the Bronze level, and he is the strongest in the mad war club. Coupled with the beauty of the leader, he was quickly elected as the vice president.

After hearing this, Liu Zhilong glanced at the Wizard's Hand Association nearby ~lightnovelpub.net~ and nodded, the anger on his face disappeared quickly.

Sima Qian saw it, curled his lips, and said nothing.

"Let's go help!" Liu Zhilong said to the members, and ran towards the crowd who were still fighting.

After stepping on the greasy substance on the ground, he slid on the ground like ice skates, his weight was lowered, and his body remained balanced. Then, with his hands, he moved the two entangled students aside.

The members of the mad war club also rushed in, and directly used the most straightforward violent means to forcibly stop the two small clubs that were fighting.

"Liu Zhilong, we are fighting, why do you care so much?" an afro girl shouted angrily, apparently a member of the love-burial family.

"I'm not interested in your fights, but don't destroy the public property. If you want to fight, go to an open place, such as a stadium." Liu Zhilong said.

"Let go of me!" shouted a boy who was pressed on the ground, and was punched by a member of the mad war club who pressed him as soon as he finished speaking.

"Yan Chong, is it time for us to discuss the issue of the distribution of the No. 1 site? I always feel that the current clubs in the school are a bit too much." Liu Zhilong walked up to Yan Erchong and said, his eyes swept across the absolute zero, intentionally or unintentionally. there.

"I think so too." Yan Erchong nodded.

There are many societies, which means that the instability is great. A random fight may destroy the building. Therefore, the societies of the hand of the algorithm do not have the heart to dominate, and the associations will definitely not get along in harmony.

Chivalry is forbidden by martial arts. When people have mastered powerful forces and are no longer bound, chaos will inevitably come.