Today Chen Zhao went to pick up Fali from get off work.

At a turning intersection, Fali saw a man in black standing by the side of the road.

However, Chen Zhao drove by, and Fali didn't see the man in black clearly.

When he arrived at the next intersection, Fali saw the man in black passing through the car window again.

"Chen, is your colleague looking for you?" Fali asked.

Fali could see it, and Chen Zhao naturally saw it too.

When we reached the third intersection, Chen Zhao stopped the car.

Chen Zhao rolled down the car window and looked at the man in black standing by the roadside.

"Are you looking for me?" Chen Zhao asked.

The man in black took a step forward: "I heard that you are the candidate of this World Supernatural Competition? Are you responsible for the selection of contestants in the Americas?"

Chen Zhao didn't know how the news spread.

Anyway, Chen Zhao himself has never spread this news on his own initiative.

It is probably the news that Zhang Tianyi or the organizer spread.

Chen Zhao nodded: "If you want to participate in the competition, come to me tomorrow."

After saying that, Chen Zhao rolled up the car window.

But the car window seemed to be stuck with something.

Chen Zhao raised his head in dissatisfaction and looked at the man in black.

"You should keep your respect to me." Chen Zhao said unhappily.

"To me, you must also maintain respect." The man in black said in the same tone.

Chen Zhao raised his eyelids: "I hate you the most, who is obviously not capable, but you have to pretend to be arrogant."

"I will return this sentence to you as well." The man in black replied.

Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes: "Very good, then, you have been eliminated now."

"you……"

Bang--

The man in black broke away from the spot without warning and smashed out of control on the wall behind.

It took a few minutes before the man in black got up, his face full of anger.

"Damn bastard! Don't think that's all this!" The man in black glanced at the people watching around him and roared: "What are you looking for death? Are you looking for death?"

The man in black left cursingly.

...

In a bar, the man in black walked in.

There were a few people in the bar, forming a table.

There are no other customers except this table.

There was no waiter at the bar, so the bearded boss leaned against the counter.

At this time, the bearded boss looked at the man in black who came in at the door: "Simmons, how about it? Have you found the selector?"

This man in black named Simmons had a look of a devastating star on his face.

Ignoring the bearded boss's question, I sat straight at the table.

"Simmons, it seems that your selection is not going well."

"That damn selector, he can't communicate at all, he's just a bastard." Simmons growled: "I really don't understand why the Sixth National Congress gave the right to the Americans to that kind of guy. The right to the selection should belong to our South America, not the people on this land. There are a group of incompetent guys here. Is Sixth National Congress trying to find a group of waste to liven up the atmosphere of the competition?"

"Hey... it's best not to say it in front of me before you say this." The bearded boss said unhappily.

"Haha..." At this time, a thin old man chuckled softly: "Kendill, Simmons is not talking about you. Your name is also famous in the supernatural world of South America. No one would think you are the waste in Simmons's mouth."

The bar owner Kendill looked at Simmons, and the thin old man pushed Simmons: "Simmons, apologize to our dear Kendill."

Simmons was a little unhappy, but in the end he still said: "Sorry, Kendill, I'm not talking about you."

The thin old man was very satisfied with his mediation results.

"Simmons, tell me what the situation is."

"Haha... Simmons' temper must have had a conflict with the selectors, and it was probably defeated." said another companion, an abnormally vigorous man with an abnormal hair.

"I'm not defeated, Seit, do you want to go to war with me?" Simmons faced Seit with a dark face.

"Okay OK, Simmons, your attitude is like offending everyone." The thin old man waved his hand.

"I was sneak attacked by that guy. After he succeeded in the sneak attack, he said that I was eliminated and I will not let him go! Absolutely not."

Several people exchanged glances and guessed that things would definitely not be as simple as Simmons said.

With Simmons' temper and personality, when he contacts the selector, he will inevitably offend the selector.

"Simmons, calm down. I don't think the Sixth Congress will casually hand over the selection rights of a continent to an unknown person."

"That's the truth, that guy is simply unfamous, and he's a mean guy."

"Famousness doesn't mean anything." said the thin old man.

"Old man, do you have to sing the opposite tune with me?"

"I'm just talking about the matter." The thin old man said with a smile: "Don't be so angry."

"I don't care what you plan, I will go to him again anyway. This time, I won't be so polite anymore." Simmons said.

At this time, a gloomy woman who had been sitting at the corner of the table said, "I think you want to be a selector by yourself."

At this time, the few people sitting at the table looked different.

Everyone looked at Simmons, but Simmons did not hide his purpose at all.

"So what, do you want to stop me?"

The thin old man laughed dryly: "Haha...Simmons, you have to remember that every selector in the past will also be the referees of the competition. There is absolutely no selector or referee in any of the selected people will be the weak."

"Except this year." Simmons said with certainty.

"Are you so sure?"

Simmons picked up the wine glass and poured a full glass of beer into his stomach.

"I have confidence in my strength. If any of you doubts about it, I'd be happy to show you my strength."

Although the others were a little dissatisfied, they did not show it on the spot.

Simmons is indeed very strong.

In South America, Simmons is very famous.

If he had not had enough strength, with his bad temper, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

But they may not be afraid of Simmons.

But they are all watching the fun now.

There is such an unwritten rule in the World Supernatural Competition.

If the selector is defeated, the challenger can replace it.

This kind of thing only happened once, that was, it happened at the first World Supernatural Competition.

From then on, the selectors and referees will be strong enough and recognized by the world.

However, in the past, no selectors from the Americas have appeared. If psychics from the Americas want to participate, they must go to other continents to find selectors from other continents.

But this time it is different. They all think that the selectors in the Americas this time are a bit of a subtitle.
Chapter completed!