The Ultimate Class: The starting combat power index is 1800

Iron time.

A dark and damp basement.

A man in a suit stood there.

He is thin and tall, with gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looking refined and refined.

But his expression at the moment was very gloomy.

"A demon from the demon world?"

In the dark, an indifferent voice broke the silence.

The man heard the sound and looked up.

I saw a fully armed soldier sitting on a black leather sofa. He was as strong as a bear, holding a black long knife in his hand, and was staring at himself with interest.

The man frowned and asked, "Are you the helping hand that Lord Mozun said?"

The warrior on the black sofa stared at the man for a moment with icy eyes.

Suddenly, he jumped in front of the man, and swept his right foot towards the man's abdomen with the wind.

The warriors moved swiftly and fiercely, and their moves were fierce and brutal.

The man reacted quickly, sideways to avoid the warrior's kicking attack, and then his left fist slammed straight into the warrior's chest.

The two fought together with fists and kicks, and they clashed several times for a short time, and they were evenly matched.

"The so-called helping hand is nothing more than that?"

The man sneered, his demonic energy burst instantly, his palms condensed black and purple magic mist, and he slashed down towards the warrior's neck.

The soldier hooked his mouth in disdain, and violently kicked the man's knee with his right leg, forcing the man to kneel on one leg, while hitting the man's temple with his left elbow.

boom--!
Accompanied by a piercing sound of bones breaking.

The man flew upside down and hit the wall, sinking into the wall without getting up for a long time.

The soldier stepped forward calmly, stretched out his slender five fingers, easily pinched the man's throat, and slowly lifted him off the ground.

"Demon Race? That's all..."

His tone was full of sarcasm, as if he didn't take the man seriously.

The man was pinched so hard that he couldn't breathe, and he slapped the back of the soldier's hand desperately with both hands.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for your lord's explanation, your rude behavior just now would have doomed you to death!"

The soldier squinted his eyes, killing intent flashed across his eyes, his other hand clenched into a fist, and slammed into the man's abdomen, fast, accurate and ruthless, the man grunted, and blood flowed down his body. The corners of his lips overflowed.

"Remember! Don't try to provoke me, you are not qualified yet."

After leaving these words, the soldier loosened the man's neck, turned around and walked back to his sofa to sit down.

"Cough cough..."

The soldier's surprise attack caused the man to suffer severe internal injuries. He coughed violently, leaned on the hard wall behind him with difficulty, and slowly stood up.

As soon as he stood still, the man immediately took out a handkerchief to cover his nose, and looked down.

This clean white handkerchief was already stained with green blood.

The man frowned, tore off the handkerchief and threw it on the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough!" His lungs hurt as if they were being burned by fire, and he couldn't help bending down and retching a few times. After spitting out some acidic water, he took several deep breaths, and managed to suppress his cough.

The soldier leaned on the sofa, glanced at him casually, and said lightly: "Tell me, your plan for the demons?"

Hearing this sentence, the man's face suddenly turned blue and red alternately.

But he still remained calm, without showing any expressions of panic or resentment.

"My lord, please release the negative energy and make those who are silent in frustration surrender to you."

The demon man lowered his eyes slightly, and his tone became very respectful.

The soldier raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"It's natural."

The warrior nodded, then closed his eyes.

The breath around him plummeted, and a thick black mist enveloped the entire basement.

The figure of the demon man gradually melted into the darkness, turning into nothingness...

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on the street.

A man who failed at work, holding a wine bottle in his hand, swayed slowly.

His steps were chaotic, and the street lamps were dim, reflecting on his stubbled cheeks, showing a bit of decadence.

"Why... why did you fire me!!!"

The man raised his neck and took a gulp of wine, and then he was like a deflated ball, tears accumulated in his cloudy eye sockets.

"Obviously I work more seriously than anyone else!!"

His roar spread throughout the alley, attracting the attention of many people.

But no one dared to step forward to comfort him.

Just then, a strange man in a black dress appeared beside him.

"Your life seems to be a failure?!"

Hearing this sentence, the man froze for a moment.

He turned his head to look at the well-dressed gentleman beside him, and couldn't help being stunned.

Although this young man was handsome and handsome, he exuded a suffocating aristocratic elegance.

Especially the innate nobility on his body, which is simply impossible to ignore.

"Who are you?" The man took a few steps back warily.

There was a hint of teasing in the other party's eyes, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at the man with a condescending attitude.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is, do you want to continue to be down like this?"

This handsome young man's voice was cold and sweet, like the ding-dong of spring water, which made people quiet down inexplicably.

The man looked at him suspiciously.

"What do you mean?"

The young man smiled slightly and pointed to the distant night scene: "I know what you need most now is a job with a high salary. I can give it to you. Are you willing to work for me?"

"what do you want to do?"

The man asked warily.

He's not stupid either, no one will treat himself so well to a drunk man at night.

"As long as you sign it."

While talking, the young man took out a contract.

The man took the contract and examined it carefully.

The treatment and remuneration listed in the contract made his eyes shine.

"Is it true what it says?" he asked.

"Of course," the young man nodded: "As long as you sign the contract, it will be yours immediately!"

The man gritted his teeth and glared at the damn contract.

In any case, it is better to have money than to have no money!
"Okay! I'll go with you!"

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Soon, a company named Negative Energy quietly appeared in Iron Time and Space.

Since the establishment of the company, those who are not satisfied with their work will come to this company every day to solve their problems and tell their sufferings.

All of a sudden, the negative energy company became famous.

The company's business is getting more and more, and even hired a group of staff who are responsible for helping with various sundries.

The employees of the company are very envious of this company, and they all look forward to becoming a member of it.

However, the boss of this company is mysterious, and they couldn't find him at all, only occasionally saw some news about the boss of this company on the Internet.

"Head, according to the leader's instructions, the strangest thing that has happened recently is this company."

A Xichengwei handed Ling the information about Negative Energy Company.

Ling flipped through it, and his face became more serious.

"Notify the leader of the information as soon as possible!"

He tapped his fingers on the table: "This company should be where the boss is looking for!"

Hearing this, the Xichengwei's expression became serious: "Yes, I will notify the lord immediately!"

"Ah."

Ling nodded lightly.

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Fourth more.

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