"Hongyi Qing" Hadrian held a glass of white wine and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the night city.
An agent stood behind him and reported in a low voice: "Dear Hongyi Qing——"
"Oh, sorry, I'm a little sleepy." Hadrian said with a smile, "You know, I am 97 years old and my energy is not as good as before. I will have to go to bed early after drinking this cup..."
"Don't worry, we'll take care of the chores. Have a nice night."
The agent left and the office door closed. The Master of Creation played with the old record player in the office, and a serious and deep symphony sounded, but the rhythm also carried the cheerful mood of the players. This was the first album recorded by the Helaan Orchestra 50 years ago. It was poorly received at the time for its eclectic playing techniques, but it was the foundation for their subsequent fame overseas.
The old man shook the cup and poured out the wine. The white wine turned into a liquid mirror in the air, reflecting the young figures in the bright hall.
Hadrian settled back into his comfortable chair.
"Rainy days are not suitable for going out, so why not listen to music and watch dramas. This is the joy of life!"
·
Two cities away, another Hezhong patriarch had a different view. He was not in the mood for entertainment, he wanted to go out on a rainy night.
Onoville Slock looked in the mirror and straightened his tie. He felt like a defeated general on Zero Island, holding up a poor broken knife and trying to lead his defeated army against the overwhelming enemy army. Do the Banzai Charge.
Over the past two weeks, he has been campaigning for support, and the response he has received can only be described as pathetic. On the one hand, there are newcomers with strong backgrounds and support from radicals from all sides, and on the other hand, there are old die-hards who have lost all hope and only have the title of patriarch. Everyone knows which side to choose.
The old educator shook his head and prepared to step out of the house. At this time the doorbell rang, and the security system told him the identity of the visitor.
Honorwell opened the door, and there was a familiar young man standing in the corridor. His glazed blond hair had turned dark, which made him feel a little dazed for a moment.
"Mo?"
"It's me, principal." Mo Yuankai smiled, "There are some gangsters who want to cause trouble. I don't want to cause trouble, so I came here to avoid the limelight."
Honorwell looked at his ace in shock, never expecting that the world's most powerful superpower would say this.
"What nonsense are you talking about?! You are not the only one I have available to my troops! All members of the army are capable-"
"I don't want to see anyone get hurt for protecting me, and I don't want to see you criticized for this matter." Mo Yuankai said, "What if someone takes advantage of the opportunity and says that the principal has a secret force to oppress people with super powers? It will be difficult to suppress public opinion.”
The bald principal said sadly: "My ancestors! Are you still worried about others at this time?"
Mo Yuankai touched his head and went into the room to sit down. Honorwell said no more, he understood this man's character. He poured a cup of black tea for the guest and walked to the door again.
"Principal, are you going out?"
"Aulus Optimis will hold a meeting tonight." Onowell said with a cold face, "I don't like this self-righteous boy, and I want to fight him to the end."
"Principal, don't be ridiculous!" Mo Yuankai frowned, "How can you compete with them alone? I'm going to ask Ace to be your bodyguard-"
"You have done enough, now I will fight."
Mo Yuankai really didn't understand what he was talking about: "Principal, you have no fighting ability."
"I am an adult, Mo. I still have my status, wealth and identity, which are also my credentials for fighting." Onowell looked calm, "I know this is meaningless in the face of the violence of superpowers. , but I am the current agent. I cannot accept such a cold and ruthless future. Even if I am an incompetent person who relies on your strength to act, I will still fight against that rampant young master to the end!"
Honorwell walked off alone, like a prisoner rushing to his death. Mo Yuankai looked at the old educator's back and felt as if he was meeting him for the first time.
He comes from pocket
He pulled out the crumpled plan and looked at the contents recorded on it wordlessly. Mo Yuankai lied to them. This was no small matter. The attackers from the mutual aid association prepared a large amount of arms, united almost all the small gangs with names, and even attracted many famous lone rangers. . They mean it.
Mo Yuankai held his head in pain, feeling tired and weak seeping into his bones, as if he couldn't find a way out.
"Can you please stop arguing?" He muttered nervously, "Stop talking!"
·
As night falls, the rain becomes heavier. In the southern part of the central district, a thin high school student walked alone holding an umbrella, terrified.
We'll be home in another 3 minutes, but we have to pass through an alley on the way home. Public security has been getting worse and worse these days, and even ordinary people like him can smell the unrest in the air. A friend in Thorny District said that he heard screams for several nights in a row. Many people saw the disgusting murder scene. It seemed that a serial killer appeared there.
His hands began to tremble at the thought. Fortunately, this is the central area, and the security in the central area is relatively good. There shouldn't be any murders... He won't be so unlucky... He should really join the mutual aid group. It would be better to have a few more people to act together so that he can be taken care of...
The entrance to the alley was near, and he planned to run through it quickly so that he could feel at ease. He started to run, and a thick hand suddenly stretched out from the alley and pulled him in! Three fierce men were crowded in the alley, and the one holding him had a dagger in his hand.
"Give me the money——"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"
The high school student's heart was about to beat out of his chest. His body expanded violently, bouncing up like a bouncy ball and jumping back onto the avenue. The robbers chased him fiercely, and he rolled around in the rain in a panic, not even bothering to take an umbrella.
"Help me!" He shouted subconsciously, "Help me, hero!!"
The three strong men froze when they heard this, and they looked around nervously. But no one came, not the hero himself, not his strange weapons, not even his followers. Apart from them, there was only a bald man holding an umbrella on this road.
The robbers laughed, extremely arrogant: "Hero? Hahaha! If he quits, no one will come to save you, little ***!!"
The high school student who turned into a ball also discovered this. He lay down in the puddle in despair with his head in his hands, preparing for a beating. He heard the dull sound of punches and kicks, and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Ahhhh--"
But after calling twice, he found that there was no pain in his body. The high school student turned his head carefully. Three strong men had fallen to the ground. A bald man bent down and picked up the umbrella he had dropped.
"Don't be afraid, kid." Onoville handed the umbrella to the student, "It's over."
The high school student took the umbrella tremblingly.
"Thank you, thank you..." He noticed the other party's age, and his gratitude immediately turned into worry and panic, "You, run away! They have so many accomplices!"
"I'll take you back to school." Onoville patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't be stupid, you don't even have superpowers!" The high school student gasped, "Stop staying outside, this place is going to go back to the way it was before. It's going to go crazy again! The hero is gone. No one can save us!!"
The high school student didn't bother holding an umbrella and stumbled away. Honorwell stared at his back and remained silent for a long time.
How many similar incidents have occurred during this time, and how many more disturbing atrocities will occur in the future?
Perhaps Orus was right, Onoville thought sadly. Ugly order is better than no order at all.
But he still had to fight that person... because he couldn't accept a selfish and despicable person standing at the top of power.
·
At 7:50 p.m., the doctor handed the invitation letter to the waiter in white and walked into the St. Chaggot Cathedral under the guidance of the members of the light core.
Construction of this antique-style building funded by United Enterprises started two years ago to satisfy the religious beliefs of some residents of the city. The 100-meter-high building has an architectural style from 500 years ago. The white, pink and green marble geometric patterns decorate its appearance beautifully. The huge west part of the church
The bronze door adds a sense of solemnity to it. The large dome in the center has a double structure, dark on the outside and bright on the inside. On its eaves are statues of the great ancestors of Usters who are highly respected.
The interior of the church is a cross structure, and its intersection is the hall under the dome. The doctor walked slowly in the aisle, his eyes scanning the huge religious paintings decorated on both sides, without any emotion or emotion in his heart.
The gods imagined by believers have never existed in this world. Those who are revered as gods are nothing more than powerful impermanent angels or giant dragons and their derivatives. Having been born on Zero Island, she knows this truth all too well.
The doctor entered the hall. The distribution of forces on site is clear at a glance. The leader of the small force stood on the right side of the entrance, and the loners stood on the left; the Death Wings led by the skeleton leader occupied the area in front of the right, the members of the mutual aid association were in the front left, and in the center of everyone's sight, stood on the entire At the front of the hall, standing under the central dome, is the leader of the light core, Orus Optimis.
"Welcome, doctor." Orus smiled at her. He was wearing a slim-fitting white dress today, and the gold embroidery on it made him look as solemn as a young general.
"I'm on time for my appointment." The doctor nodded and walked towards the area where the loners were. Caldesia stood by the wall. No one dared to approach her.
"You're here, senior." The senior said anxiously, "I feel something is wrong. Is Orus trying to cause trouble?"
Caldesia, if even you can see that something is wrong, it means that he has already completed the arrangement.
The doctor didn't have the heart to tell the truth to the naive school girl. She checked the venue again and didn't see the two people there.
The venue was crowded and the doctor decided to make an exception. She quietly drew a spiritual symbol in her pocket with her fingernails and asked, "Gongsun Ce and Mo Yuankai?"
"Mo Yuankai can't tell, and Gongsun Ce can't be contacted." Caldesia became more and more impatient, "What are those two idiots doing!"
The doctor recalled Gongsun Ce's poor mental state. This incident may be really bad for old customers.
Fortunately, the doctor is always an outsider. She always waits and sees what happens and never puts herself in danger.
"Don't be impatient." The doctor reassured, "Let's wait and see how things develop."
While they were talking, whispering sounds continued to be heard in the hall. Everyone has some guesses, and everyone wants to confirm what kind of medicine Aulus bought in his gourd.
"Let's begin." Kushou said coldly.
"Be patient, today's guests have not arrived yet. There is one last guest."
The hour hand pointed to 8, and the big bell on the west side of the church rang. Solemn sounds echoed in the hall, and the last guest arrived with the sound of bells. Wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase, he looked like a teacher who had just finished class and rushed to attend a teaching meeting.
Honorwell didn't even look at the superpowers around him. He walked in the center of the hall under the gaze of everyone and stopped not far from Aurus.
"Welcome, President of the Central United University, former agent of this city, head of the Slock family, Mr. Onowell Slock." Aurus saluted him, "Now, our meeting We can officially start."
"Can you please introduce me to the participants in this meeting?" Onover said.
"My honor, Mr. Honorwell." Orus introduced the members present one by one, "John Garcia, the leader of the Wings of Death, the largest gang leader in the city. Cao Xin, Chi, the president of the Acting Mutual Aid Association Zijing attended to express the demands of ordinary citizens. The doctor, Caldesia Spencer, a lone person with powerful superpowers. Joanna, represented by Lena Cecil, the city's most sophisticated scientific research team. Also If you are interested in the leaders of small organizations and representatives of independent groups, I can introduce them to you one by one."
"The introduction was full of errors from the beginning. I am pessimistic about the outcome of this meeting." Onover said disdainfully.
"Why do you say that, Mr. Principal?"
Onowell's gaze swept across the audience, and many superpowers felt their hearts shrink. His eyes were majestic and intimidating, reminding the teenagers of the angry elders in their families when they were young.
"Gangsters? Ordinary citizens? Elites? Organizations, groups...that's nonsense. Look at the participants you summoned. They are mentally immature and have suffered hardship since childhood. They have not even formed their views on the world and life. They are just a group of children. ! What can they represent?" Honorwell shouted loudly, "What children should do is go to school and play, instead of dressing up here and pretending to be social members!"
Orus clapped his hands: "Perhaps you have forgotten that they are superpowers."
"Even if a young man holds the button that can destroy the country, he is still an immature boy!" Onowell said angrily, "Since I came to this city, I have tried my best to let the children live a better life. Normal life. Now that I'm going down, I want to see what the future will bring with the new successors, and this is your answer? Pull the kids out of their daily lives and let them step into the mix ahead of time. A vanity fair of bad intentions and interests?”
He looked at the faces of the young people one by one: "You should not form gangs here, and you should not participate in any meetings here. You should study, rest, have fun, live in peace, and live in peace. Spending time in leisure is the right that you young people should have! When you mature, it will be up to you to decide whether to do good or evil, but now you are still children, you should listen to the advice of your elders!"
Onowell's speech made many people a little afraid, but then, a sneer sounded.
"That's great, Mr. Principal. Could you please be kind enough to answer my poor student's question: Who dragged us out of our homes and put us in this big prison?"
The speaker was a young man from Lingdao dressed as a punk. He walked up to Onoville and looked at him casually.
"Isn't it adults?" the young man said sharply, "Isn't it the self-righteous old men who created this situation? Now we are going to solve the problem ourselves, but why are you coming here to talk about, ah, the rights of young people?"
He pushed hard into Onoville's chest.
"Save it, bald man! Go back to your school and teach children, you have no place to speak here!"
The old teacher from Hezhong grabbed his wrist and tightened his grip under the surprised eyes of the punk youth.
"Look at your performance, child. It is the lack of basic education and ordinary childhood that makes you look like this." Onoville shouted angrily, "You still have a long life. There's a way to go! Do you want to hang out like this forever? Be a gangster on the streets and rely on your superpowers to make a living as a mercenary? But if you get a normal education, you can at least learn to be polite. Conversation, learning the logic of handling affairs, and having a possibility beyond living in a muddleheaded way!"
The punk youth was frightened and didn't know what to say for a moment. Honore adjusted his collar and pushed the boy aside.
He looked at the people in the entire hall and felt heartbroken. What a sad thing it is that children with power are pushed to the forefront by ugly adults and play tricks with immature means!
"The shelter system in Sky City is an important matter decided by the entire human society and cannot be shaken by the opinions of one or two people. But we can at least make the children live a better life here instead of depriving them of their rights even more! I I hope you can listen to my words, put off your impulses for the time being, think about your situation rationally, and think about what you really want!"
There was a sound of whispering in the venue, and the eyes of many members of small organizations and loners flashed. Aurus clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention as the public opinion was about to rise.
He overturned Onoville's painstaking efforts in just one sentence.
Aurus smiled and said: "But it is precisely because you failed that we are here to discuss the future."
He struck a fatal blow to Onoville. It was precisely because he, the former agent, could not maintain his position that today's situation emerged. The teenagers who were shaken by the principal's speech were once again determined. They looked at the educator indifferently and did not take him seriously.
"Get out of here, old man." "Go back to your school and play games with the kids." "You have no business talking here!"
Four laughters in the hall
Up, the doctor looked on with cold eyes and understood the purpose of this drama. Aurus figured out the principal's temper and wanted to disgrace him here, crush the former agent's remaining dignity, and make him a stepping stone for the new leader.
Onowell, who has lost his power, cannot affect the overall situation in the Sky City. This is an execution from the beginning.
Honorwell was not afraid and glared at each other: "I can't smell the smell of a meeting here. I can't see a host who really wants to solve the problem, only a self-righteous young man who uses his various means to bribe his mind. Incomplete young people, using childish strategies and holding up the banner of hypocrisy, want to start a rebellion that is harmful to everyone!"
Boom! The sound of a blunt instrument falling to the ground sounded, and Badman walked out of the crowd. He looked down at the principal and shrugged his shoulders.
"No one gives a damn about your bullshit, old man." Bardman spat disdainfully, "Get out of here!"
Caldesia couldn't help but get angry: "Badman! Is it your Deathwing style to take the lead in bullying a good old man?!"
"Calm down, friends, calm down." Aurus walked to the crowd, "Thank you Mr. Onoville for your speech. I promise that his opinions will be considered during the meeting..."
He smiled and gestured to the old principal.
Honorwell disappeared from the spot and could not be seen anywhere.
"...when Mr. Honorable finds his way back here."
The hall burst into laughter, and the old principal became a complete laughing stock. All of Onowell's efforts and persuasion became extremely pale at this moment. In front of these powerful children, he never had any capital to speak.
He doesn't even have superpowers.
Free to read..com
