System: Arena of the Gods

In China's Jingzhou City, the headquarters of the Special Investigation Bureau is now a busy scene, with people coming and going in a hurry and dusty.

In the director's office, Mr. Zhou had a pile of documents nearly over his head in front of him, and he never stopped signing and judging them.

In front of his desk, seven or eight young and middle-aged people were sitting on the floor. The floor was covered with paper. They were also busy writing. Their faces were strewn with ink that they had accidentally scratched. Their hair was messy and they looked like Very tired.

Not only that, the office door was being pushed open one after another, and stacks of files were brought in.

"I've had enough. What do these local leaders do for a living? Can't these trivial matters be handled privately? Do they need to be reported to the General Administration?" A young man threw down the documents in his hand and said in a broken voice.

"Yes, many of them are documents directly reported by the special investigation branches in various places. Isn't this an overstep? This is not in compliance with the regulations at all." Another young man echoed.

"Young man, calm down. Look at me, senior. I have dealt with several times more than you. Have I ever complained? I can still persist, how can you give up?" A middle-aged bald man said with a smile.

"Uncle, you are really unconvincing when you say this with a pale and haggard face, and please stop laughing, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night." The young man was very excited.

"Xiao Fan, this is our responsibility as the staff department. Now that there are so many matters reaching the headquarters, the pressure on the local special coordination office must be greater than ours. I can't understand this. I really want to wonder how you can do it. He's been in the special investigation bureau." A middle-aged man said, but he didn't even raise his head.

The young man known as Xiao Fan took a few deep breaths and said as calmly as possible: "I'm not targeting the local area, I'm angry about why these hidden sects choose to join the world at this moment, one after another, and they fail to succeed and fail."

Others couldn't help but sigh when they heard this. In fact, they all knew in their hearts that everything in the world could never go as they wished. Faced with an accident that might come at any time, all they could do was make arrangements in advance and deal with it afterwards.

At this time, Mr. Zhou, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "Your duty is not to deal with all opinions. At this time, you must prioritize. Prioritize the issues above Level [-]B, and those below Level [-]C to Level [-]C." Later, if it goes down further, just call it back."

Mr. Zhou, who was blocked by the tall pile of documents, stood up. He also looked exhausted mentally and physically. He was the strongest person present, so he shared the most burden, but he still couldn't hold on any longer.

Seeing Mr. Zhou's displeased expression, the group of people did not dare to say anything anymore and continued to work hard as instructed. However, they were still a little in a hurry because there were too many documents that had been backlogged before and they could not be processed. They had already collapsed and couldn't tell each other apart. .

Mr. Zhou has already discovered the problems mentioned by the young man on the staff department just now, and some of them were even reviewed by him personally. It has to be said that some of them are indeed a bit too much.

Some people have noticed that now that there are general bureaus of information aggregation in various places, naturally they cannot be as cautious in handling them as before, so they deliberately falsely report the level of the problem and wait for priority processing. In fact, to put it bluntly, they are afraid of taking responsibility.

It seems that after this difficult period is over, the Special Bureau will also undergo another change, otherwise it will be completely engulfed by the current chaotic situation.

Like today's work, they have been working on it for nearly two weeks. The staff department has also divided into three groups, each group handling it for three days. Today is the second day of their group's turn.

At the beginning, they did not dare to draw conclusions on many issues, which caused time delays. Mr. Zhou got angry and ordered all matters of the staff department to be handled in his office. Any problems that arose were his, and he worked day and night. I've been holding on to it for a week.

The cause of all this is that since the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest entered the world, various hidden sects also entered the world one after another, causing trouble and trouble in various places, so various problems followed one after another.

There are still too few examples of sects like the Piaomiao Sect being discovered while walking. Many sects still have people collecting information in the world. They heard that the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest was the first to break the seal and choose to join the world. They couldn't bear the loneliness.

These hidden sects and families are either strong or weak in strength. Some once glorious sects have gradually declined after thousands of years of development. Some small forces that were once forced to hide in the world have gradually become stronger, causing different problems and different ways of dealing with them. They are all the same, the only thing they have in common is chaos.

Among them, there are only a few who are sincerely willing to peacefully coexist with the Special Bureau. Most of them are coexistence in the name of coexistence, but they are very demanding. Some even trample on the bottom line of the Special Bureau.

All of these are easy to say, and they can still use the drag-zi technique, but some of them are more extreme. As soon as they entered the world, they launched an attack and continuously occupied the city and the wild land, causing the demon tribe to riot and causing a lot of trouble to the cities everywhere. Little pressure.

For this part, there is no other feasible way except fighting. Nowadays, most of the troops in the absolute control area of ​​the Special Investigation Bureau have been transferred out to participate in the war. The troops are empty, but they have attracted sneak attacks from the hidden sects.

As a last resort, Mr. Zhou decided to unite all non-governmental organizations and pool their efforts to jointly deal with the crisis. This is a double-edged sword. The reason why those non-governmental organizations are called non-governmental organizations is because they are too selfish. If not, they may defect in the face of battle. Maybe, not to mention that there are many evil organizations fishing in troubled waters.

Mr. Zhou also called on all major training academies to form teams and go to the battlefield. He was also under a lot of pressure from parents and was really exhausted both physically and mentally.

But now that's all they can do. With the development of the times, the pressure on cultivators to control them is increasing. If someone is not careful, they will be photographed and posted on the Internet. Therefore, the Special Investigation Bureau has been strictly restricting the expansion of cultivators. , even the commissioner is no exception, to prevent people from panic and assumptions, which will affect the correct development of society.

The recovery of vitality came suddenly. Even though the Special Investigation Bureau had been prepared, it was still a little unprepared at the beginning.

The current situation is ultimately due to one reason: the development time is too short. Even if the Special Investigation Bureau has a strong foundation and insufficient time, it cannot truly arm all the people.

Mr. Zhou wanted to sigh, but facing his subordinates, he couldn't. He could only hold on, but now, he felt that he couldn't hold on anymore.

Seeing the documents scattered on the floor, he walked around the table to sort them out, but he stumbled and almost fell over, and instead pushed the documents on the table to the floor.

"Old Zhou, are you alright?"

"Director, you have to pay attention. You are our backbone and cannot fall."

"Director, you have persisted for so long than us. You must be even more haggard by now. It's better to go and rest quickly. We will handle these matters."

Several members of the staff either tried to persuade him or tried to help him get up, but his legs became numb and he couldn't stand up for a while.

Mr. Zhou suddenly laughed, his smile was bitter, and he said helplessly: "I'm getting old after all. I'll ask someone to help you sort them out. I really have to go and rest."

No one saw how tightly Mr. Zhou clenched his fist behind his back.

He walked to the door holding on to the wall. His hand was already on the door handle, but he did not press it for a long time. The staff members looked at his back. They felt the vicissitudes of life and loneliness.

After a while, Mr. Zhou said something loudly, opened the door and left, leaving the staff members behind with red eyes.

"If it's really irreversible, then give up what you should. Don't let the small lose the big."