Chapter 3098 Selectors, Contestants

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

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

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

At the next intersection, Fali saw the man in black passing by the car window again.

"Chen, are your colleagues looking for you?" Fali asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Chen Zhao didn't know how this news spread.

Anyway, Chen Zhao himself did not take the initiative to spread this news.

It was probably Zhang Tianyi or the organizer who spread the news.

Chen Zhao nodded: "If you want to participate, come see 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 and looked at the man in black dissatisfied.

"You should maintain your respect for me." Chen Zhao said unhappily.

"You must also maintain respect for me." The man in black said in the same tone.

Chen Zhao raised his eyelids: "What I hate most is that you obviously have no strength, but you still pretend to be superior."

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

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

"you……"

boom--

The man in black left the spot without any warning and hit the wall behind him out of control.

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

"Damn bastard! Don't think that this matter is over!" The man in black glanced at the people watching around him and roared: "What are you looking at? Do you want to die?"

The man in black cursed and left.

…

In a bar, a man in black walked in.

There were several other people in the bar, forming a table.

Apart from this table, there were no other customers.

There were no waiters at the bar, just the bearded boss leaning on the counter.

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

The man in black named Simmons had a look of despair on his face.

Ignoring the bearded boss's question, he sat directly at the table.

"Simmons, it looks like your selection didn't go very well."

"That damn selector, he can't communicate at all, he's just a bastard." Simmons growled: "I really don't understand why the Big Six would hand over the selection of the Americas to that kind of guy. The selection should be South America belongs to us, not the people on this land. This place is full of incompetent guys. Do the Sixth National Congress want to find a bunch of losers to liven up the atmosphere of the competition? "

"Hey... before you say this, you'd better not say it in front of me." The bearded boss said unhappily.

"Haha..." At this time, a skinny little old man chuckled: "Kendil, Simmons is not talking about you. Your name is also famous in the supernatural world in South America. No one will think that you are the one Simmons said. Scrap material.”

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

Simmons was a little unhappy, but finally managed to hold back a sentence: "Sorry, Kendyl, I'm not talking about you."

The skinny old man was very satisfied with the results of his mediation.

"Simmons, tell me what's going on."

"Haha...Simmons's temper must have conflicted with the selectors, and he was probably defeated." Another companion, an abnormally hairy man, said.

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

"Okay, okay, Simmons, your attitude is like trying to offend everyone." The skinny little 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. I will not let him go! Absolutely not."

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

With Simmons' temperament and personality, if he comes into contact with the selectors, he will definitely offend the selectors.

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

"That's the truth, that guy has no reputation and he's a despicable guy."

"Fame doesn't mean anything." said the skinny little old man.

"Old man, do you have to go against me?"

"I'm just discussing the matter." The skinny little old man said with a smile: "Don't be so angry."

"I don't care what your plans are. Anyway, I will go to him again. This time, I won't be so polite." Simmons said.

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

At this time, the faces of the people sitting at the table varied.

Everyone looked at Simmons, who didn't hide his purpose at all.

"So what, are you going to stop me?"

The skinny little old man laughed dryly: "Haha...Simmons, you have to remember that every selector in the past will also be the referee of the competition. There will definitely be no selector or referee who is weak."

"Except this time." Simmons said with certainty.

"Are you so sure?"

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

"I am confident in my own strength. If any of you have doubts about this, I will be happy to show you my strength."

Although 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 didn't have enough strength and his bad temper, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

But they may not be afraid of Simmons.

It's just that they are just watching the fun now.

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

If the selector is defeated, the challenger can take his place.

This has only happened once, and that was at the first World Paranormal Competition.

From then on, the selectors and referees will be so powerful that they are recognized by the world as strong men.

However, there have never been selectors from the Americas in the past. Psychics from the Americas who want to participate must go to other continents to find selectors from other continents.

But this time is different. They all feel that the selectors in the Americas this time are a bit fake.