"Do you know that I am from mainland China? My family and friends are all here. Why should I go to the west with you to be the president of some kind, just because I am a walker with the highest professional level in the void?"

Bill Tarantino put down his knife and fork and said earnestly:

"We can help your family immigrate, why don't you develop in a better environment. There is a wider sky in the west, and a genius like you should spread his wings there."

He glanced at the table, smiled and said:

"Dinners like this are just a casual meal for me. But you are a hundred times nobler than me. You are destined to take charge of that huge business empire and become the leader of all 'businessmen'."

"Not interested!" the man said.

Bill Tarantino's words were full of words, stuck in his throat at once, and finally sighed softly.

In the more than one hundred years since the opening of the Spirit Realm, a large number of professional businessmen have emerged, eager to climb to the unique throne. As a result, so many geniuses and seniors perish on the way to the top.

In the end, a guy from a foreign country stole the high position, oh no, this word is a derogatory term in Chinese, it should be said to be the first prize.

The Merchant Guild was very excited at first, and the merchant profession finally gave birth to an existence comparable to the supreme beings of the world's major spiritual organizations.

Unexpectedly, the new guild leader was so stubborn that he not only rejected the olive branch thrown by the guild, but also threatened the guild not to disturb his boring life.

Over the years, through the guild's tireless efforts, the strongest businessman in the world has loosened his tone.

The guild intends to strike while the iron is hot and welcome back the president.

That's why Bill Tarantino's visit to the mainland came about.

The man wolfed down the foie gras jelly and caviar, sat down on the high-back chair in satisfaction, sighed in satisfaction, and said:

"If you want me to join the guild, it's not impossible to be your guild leader, but"

Bill Tarantino perked up: "But what?"

"Wait!" said the man.

"Waiting for what?"

"Wait for the devil!" the man said slowly.

Demon Lord Bill was taken aback for a moment, but after a few seconds, he finally remembered the relevant information about this character, and said:

"I heard from Annie that the Demon Lord is dead. This is what the president of the Beauty God Association told her. Could it be that the information is wrong?"

As a Spiritual Realm Walker on the other side of the ocean, he doesn't know much about the Demon Lord, but he knows a little more, because the Merchant Guild has a close relationship with the Beauty God Association, and that Demon Lord seems to be the president of the Beauty God Association and his favorite lover.

After Annie became his female assistant, she had privately sighed several times, saying that after the death of the Demon Lord, the president's temperament changed drastically, and he often punished the members of the association for no reason.

The anger raged for months.

"No, the Demon Lord is dead, his body and spirit are gone, I witnessed it with my own eyes." The man picked up the goblet, tasted the sour wine, and said:

"What I'm waiting for is the new Demon Lord. Bill, do you know the prophecy of the Bright Compass?"

Bill Tarantino frowned and shook his head.

"Yes, there are no more than ten people in the world who know this prophecy, and they are all the highest." The man put down the goblet, took a deep breath, and said word by word:

"When the sun, moon and stars return to their positions, the gods who have been sleeping in chaos will wake up. The king who lives high on the throne will lead the gods to restart the war, and the world will enter a new cycle." JrNovels.com