79: My Lord Baladen, my God!

In front of the soundstage, the group of Terrorists stood stunned for several minutes.

Ali mumbled.

"Two meters tall, muscles as thick as city walls..."

"The Great Leader?"

In the world, besides their Great Leader, who else could possess such a magnificent physique?

No.

This physique was even a shade grander than the Great Leader's.

Could it be... could this really be their Great Leader?

Ali's knees went weak, and he almost knelt in reverence before the person in front of him.

The Terrorist underlings behind him also bent their knees.

But Ali suddenly remembered something and stood straight again.

The subordinates' legs wavered, and they almost fell over collectively.

What was going on?

Hadn't this person already proven himself to be the Great Leader?

Why was their leader no longer bowing?

Ali narrowed his eyes.

Identifying the Great Leader was a major matter; it could not be treated carelessly.

Moreover, he had just offended the Great Leader. If the person before him was the real deal, he would certainly face severe punishment.

Everything had to be confirmed first.

He still had one final question.

It wasn't surprising that the Great Leader knew the Dragon Country language, nor was it surprising if he didn't know the local language.

After all, in his impression, the Great Leader was extremely mysterious.

He always wore a mask and spoke only the language of the organization he founded.

If this person couldn't speak this language, it wouldn't make sense.

Sensing that Ali had a question, the Translator professionally stepped forward.

He looked up at Lin Pei at this moment, feeling that his career as a Translator had expanded again.

The current scene seemed like an interspecies communication.

For example, humans and gods... Terrorists and beasts... However, Ali waved his hand, signaling him to step aside.

Then he opened his mouth and spoke a language Lin Pei did not understand.

???

Indeed.

Did this leader of the Terrorists know the Language of the Gods, the Language of the Beasts?

The Dragon Country people present also recognized it.

The language the Terrorist brother spoke this time was different from before.

But in any case, they couldn't understand it.

What's going on?

Did he think Lin Pei would understand?

How could that be possible?

If he didn't even know the local language, it was even more impossible that he would know this language, which seemed even more obscure.

The live broadcast room was once again filled with question mark emojis.

"Netizens in the live broadcast, does anyone know this foreign language? What language is this?"

"Probably one of those minor languages ending in -nia..."

"I quickly opened my Translator just now, and it identified it as Arabic, but I know Arabic, and this is clearly not it."

"Whoa, are they exchanging secret codes? The physique matches, now they are exchanging organization passwords?"

"Hey, it seems like that's the case. Look, the subordinates of those Terrorists seem to understand."

Hearing Ali repeat his words to him, Lin Pei was stunned again.

He was clearly unfamiliar with this language, so how did he suddenly understand it?

Was Ali asking who he was?

Hiss.

Right.

Wasn't this the Ancient Arabic that the system gave him?

It seemed this was their Terrorist organization's internal language?

Good heavens.

Why did the system give him all this stuff belonging to an Outlaw?

Did it want him to die faster?

Or was it encouraging him to join the Terrorist organization?

While Lin Pei was complaining about the system in his heart, Ali and his subordinates exchanged glances.

This person seems not to understand their organization's internal language.

This Great Leader indeed has a problem; it's fortunate they didn't acknowledge each other just now.

The Film Crew members also realized what was happening.

"It's over, the disguise is blown. Lin Pei doesn't know their language at all."

"These Terrorists are too cunning; they are really testing him one question at a time."

"It's over, I feel like Brother Lin is in danger again."

"My Brother Lin has it so tough..."

"..."

At this moment, Ali and his subordinates aimed their guns at Lin Pei again.

Lin Pei let out a faint smile again.

He spoke a sentence in Ancient Arabic.

"Ali, I am Baladeng."

!!!!

"Clatter!"

More than half the guns in their hands were dropped.

Heavens.

That tone, that inflection—only their mysterious leader, Baladeng, could speak like that.

It was more fluent and pleasant than anyone present could manage.

Because this language was introduced into the organization by him.

The person before them was their mysterious leader, the guiding light of their spirit, the God of their faith, Baladeng!

Ali's eyes filled with tears, and the Terrorist underlings' eyes turned red.

The crowd dispersed on the spot and quickly arranged themselves into a certain mysterious pattern.

Lin Pei was stunned.

What's going on? Did the secret code not match?

What were they doing? Preparing to line up and shoot him?

They hadn't even killed anyone yet, and their eyes were already red.

These Terrorists got aggressive too easily.

When the Dragon Country executed death row inmates, they also lined up like this before carrying out the sentence.

A Terrorist organization is so particular about ceremony?

The Film Crew members' expressions became solemn again.

Their faces shifted between furrowed and relaxed.

They felt their skin tightening.

No.

What Lin Pei said earlier sounded quite convincing.

Did he make it up?

Now it's all over.

The live broadcast room fell silent, with only wooden fish sounds floating across the screen... In a flash, Lin Pei planned to slip away first.

"Clatter!"

The group of Terrorists who had been standing with guns instantly knelt down neatly toward Lin Pei.

??!

Lin Pei had just tensed up, ready to bolt to dodge bullets, but he almost strained his back.

What did this mean?

Why did they kneel down?

So, the secret language test was passed?

He knew it.

They could clearly communicate.

Lin Pei adjusted his waist, and a look of majesty shone from his eyes.

This so-called "Number One Organization" actually kneels to their leader; it's truly feudal.

But he felt it wasn't bad.

Making Terrorists kneel before him was the dream of countless people who advocate for world peace today!

At this moment, someone in the crowd started playing a rousing piece of music.

Led by Ali, everyone prostrated themselves before Lin Pei.

Muttering under their breath.

It was still that ancient language.

Lin Pei instantly felt a bit awkward.

He really hadn't expected that the organization's ranks would still remember BGM.

The sense of ceremony was unmatched.

Having a sense of ceremony wasn't really something he could criticize.

After all, for such a large organization, a sense of ceremony was necessary.

But kneeling to a leader, especially the leader of Terrorists like this, shouldn't it be accompanied by mysterious, mournful, and solemn music?

Why did they play a song by the famous Dragon Country group Phoenix Legend?

It's true that our Dragon Country's songs are globally popular.

But this made him feel like the next thing these people would do was leap up and start dancing in the square.

Also, what was Ali chanting at the front?

Ancient Arabic is mysterious, melodious, and pleasant to the ear.

For those who don't understand, it sounds like they are reciting poetry or chanting scriptures.

It has a certain flair and mystery.

But Lin Pei understood it.

They were indeed chanting, but they were repeatedly saying one sentence.

"My Lord Baladeng, my God, My Lord Baladeng, my God, My Lord Baladeng, my God..."

Lin Pei really wanted to shake his head like Sun Wukong.

Damn it, so annoying!

But he was an actor.

At this moment, the corner of his mouth lifted, and his face showed a hint of kindness.

He then spoke a sentence in the ancient language.

"Rise."

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