Chapter 701 Horse Racing·Gun of Morning Light IV
05:50PM. Weather/Heavy rain.
Level I quarantine area.
Boom~~
Thunder roared, and the wall of the quarantine area stood in the gray rain curtain, like a cold barrier that completely separated Hart from the outside world.
The raindrops kept hitting the wall, making a dull echo, as if silently telling him the reality that he could not escape.
Hart McDowell stood in front of the window, looking through the towering walls of the quarantine area into the blurry distance.
The outside world seems within reach, but to him, it seems to be in another time and space. He remembered the days when he could walk freely—a time when, despite his equine features, he could still work and live on the city streets.
Now, the government's decision-making has pushed him and other infected people into this island-like isolation area, isolated from the outside world day after day.
He sighed, and the tool in his hand fell on the table with a dull sound.
Hart was once a skilled machinist, but after contracting the disease, job opportunities disappeared.
No one wants to hire someone like him. That thick wall not only blocked his steps, but also blocked his originally promising career.
Life in the quarantine zone is dull and suffocating.
Hart looked out the window, and those dilapidated buildings seemed to blend in with the surrounding gloomy weather. Residents repeat the same routine every day. Occasionally, someone walks past his house, hurriedly lowering his head, as if avoiding some invisible threat.
Children are no longer running around in the streets as they used to be. Instead, there are quiet families. It seems that everyone is suffering from some unspeakable pressure in their hearts.
He slowly raised his hand and touched his strong thigh. Since being infected with strange hoof disease, his leg muscles have become extremely developed, which gives him more physical advantages than ordinary humans. However, this "advantage" has not brought him any benefits.
On the contrary, it became a sign that he was isolated and labeled.
Discrimination and rejection of infected people followed him throughout his life.
He knows where he stands.
He opposed the moderate strategy of the Neutral Federation, believing that such a compromise would only make the situation of the infected worse.
The federation's negotiations do not really bring about change for the infected, but instead maintain the status quo of exploitation.
He was also full of contempt for the radical violence of Liberation Hooves. Although their goals are the same, they are against the horse girl competition, but Mikhail Garcia's violent actions will only arouse society's fear of infected people, leading to more severe oppression and crackdowns.
Violence will only exacerbate the suffering of the infected and cannot change their fate.
His attitude towards the Pseudoman Sports Alliance is even colder. In Hart's view, the pseudohuman sports league's attempt to change social stereotypes by displaying the characteristics of infected people and sports competition is just another form of compromise. Those competitions and exhibitions seem to show the "specialness" of HIV-positive people, but they do not change social discrimination, but instead deepen the objectification of HIV-positive people.
His forehead is etched with deep scars from his fight for the rights of the infected.
He had been at the forefront of the union, organized countless protests, faced the police, task forces, and was even arrested several times, but these scars and struggles ultimately did not bring about the change he deserved.
The quarantine area is still a quarantine area, and the infected are still a marginalized group.
If they want to escape marginalization, then all they can do is go to the other extreme - commercialization.
He turned around and looked at a photo on the table.
That was Lina, his daughter, the existence he was most proud of.
Lina in the photo has a bright smile, and her face is as carefree as sunshine.
Her horse ears stood high on her head, and her eyes shone with innocence and talent, full of hope for the future.
Every time I see this photo, a warmth will surge in Hart's heart, but that warmth is quickly covered up by deep pain and confusion about the future.
Next to the photo, there is a card, which is a "character card" customized by the horse racing official to promote the horse racing girl. The girl on the card has long white hair, a delicate face, an elegant figure, and is full of competitive atmosphere - [Silver Wings Camilla].
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[Silver Wings Camilla]
Star rating: ★★☆☆☆
Character background: Camilla is a legendary player of the Silver Knights. She has both elegant appearance and Possess strong physical and balance attributes. She excels in different types of competitions, particularly show jumping and endurance events.
Basic attributes:
Speed: B
Endurance: A
Strength: A
Talent: B
Wisdom: B
Thumbology (skill):
Flying Blade: Camilla can use quick reactions and precise judgment to cross obstacles at high speeds in obstacle courses, significantly shortening the race time.
Adaptability:
Track adaptability: grass A, mud B
Competition distance adaptability: middle distance A, long distance B
Tactical adaptability: advance A first, then chase B
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Camilla is a legendary player in horse racing. She has strong physical fitness and balance attributes and is an idol sought after by many fans.
Her attributes are listed in detail on the card: speed, endurance, strength, root and wisdom.
Every attribute has been commercially simplified into a cold letter, and everything can be digitized and commercialized.
And her thaumaturgy skills highlight her legendary performance on the field.
Hart stood in front of the table, looking at the cards in front of him, his heart filled with complicated emotions.
The beautiful printing on those cards, the heroic titles, the gorgeous skill descriptions, and the audience's fanatical pursuit of these characters, all of which made him feel extremely disgusted.
In his eyes, all this seems to be a commodification of the identities of infected people, and their pain and talents are used as tools for entertainment consumption.
However, as time goes by, he has to face an objective reality - the commercial success of the Jockey Club card system has quietly changed the attitude of the entire society, and the infected have been redefined. gradually integrated into mainstream culture.
The Jockey Club card system has successfully attracted a large number of viewers and consumers by creating attractive virtual characters.
Each viewer forms an emotional attachment by collecting cards, purchasing related merchandise, and even participating in virtual interactions.
Infected people are no longer just "patients" or "others", they have become an important part of the entertainment industry, seen as heroic contestants, idol-like stars, and even have their own fan groups .
Through this commercial approach, infected people are no longer marginalized, but have integrated into mainstream society to a certain extent and become part of society.
He has witnessed firsthand how the economic benefits brought by the card system can change the living conditions of infected people.
This huge economic system not only brought prosperity in the horse racing and entertainment industries, but also promoted the transformation of infrastructure in the quarantine zone.
They finally have stable electricity and clean water, medical resources have also been significantly improved, and even schools and workplaces have gradually softened their attitudes towards infected people.
Many schools have begun accepting children of infected people, and companies have adjusted their employment policies to reduce bias and discrimination.
Even though he was still full of resistance, he had to admit that the dividends and social acceptance brought by this kind of commercialization were indeed gradually improving the living environment of infected people.
Many HIV-infected people who were once discriminated against have now found their self-identity through horse racing and even become idols.
They are no longer victims hiding in the shadows, but representatives demonstrating their power on the public stage.
He thought of some young infected people who actively participated in the card system and used this sense of identity to change their lives and redefine their identities.
Hart stood there, his eyes falling on the photos and cards on the table, his heart filled with contradictions and endless complex emotions.
He was once a pioneer in the struggle, leading the labor union to launch a massive strike, uniting workers in infected communities across the country, standing at the forefront of minimum wage protection, and fighting for equal rights for infected persons.
In those days, he was a hero in people’s hearts and the spokesperson for infected workers.
He still remembered the workers in the conference room, with anger and hope burning in their eyes, and how they stood up one by one to speak out for their rights.
He personally led a team to collect evidence to prove how those companies excluded infected people from their recruitment and promotion mechanisms, and even publicly belittled their abilities in company meetings.
He had unswervingly believed that with the law and facts, they could shake the foundations of these businesses.
But the reality is cruel.
Despite his unremitting struggle, the final result was legal indifference and corporate arrogance.
Those corporate executives downplayed the accusations in court, and the bureaucracy continued to avoid the real issues.
The government's promises have become empty slogans, and the lives of infected people remain difficult.
All hopes for victory have been crushed by setbacks again and again.
No matter how much effort he puts in, the results always seem to be unsatisfactory, and the situation of the infected has not really improved.
However, the successful commercialization of horse racing brought changes that he had never expected.
The development of this entertainment industry has quietly changed society's attitude towards infected people.
The infected became the focus of the public, became the heroes on the cards, and gained the admiration and respect of fans.
Through horse racing, infected people find a chance to survive in the business system and even gain more social acceptance.
These changes were what his past struggles had failed to achieve, and this made him feel deeply powerless and frustrated.
He was disgusted with these commercial "progresses".
The lifelike characters on the cards, the images of infected people shining with star light, he always believed were the objectification and exploitation of the identity of the infected people.
These characters are nothing more than commodities, tools to be consumed and entertained, and run counter to the struggle of infected people for their basic rights.
But at the same time, Hart cannot deny that this kind of commercialization is indeed changing reality and improving the living conditions of infected people.
He looked at the cards in his hand with extremely complicated emotions. Through the business system, infected people have been recognized and their living conditions have been improved.
This is a change that he has been unable to bring about through union struggles and legal proceedings in the past.
The resistance and disgust in his heart have gradually weakened. Although it is still difficult for him to accept all this, he cannot ignore the reality in front of him.
"The things I once fought for them... are now achieved with these cards..." Hart muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.
【呲呲呲~~~~】
Just as Hart was immersed in thinking about the future and thinking about the union’s next action plan, suddenly, the old radio sounded There was a harsh noise, and then the announcement of a special message for the infected sounded.
The sound quality was a bit fuzzy, with the unique rustling sound of old electronic equipment, but the cold sound of the news broadcast penetrated Hart's thinking and pulled him out of his thoughts.
[Emergency News - According to reports, Selina Lockhart, president of the Infected Neutral Federation, was killed in a terrorist attack at the federation headquarters in New Manhattan.
Preliminary investigation shows that the terrorist organization "Liberation Hooves" is suspected to be behind the attack.
When the attack occurred, President Selina was handling internal affairs of the federation, and the explosion completely destroyed her office in an instant. Relevant departments are launching an emergency investigation into this incident, and more details will be released later——]
Hart froze as he listened to the message on the radio.
His pupils suddenly contracted, followed by a burst of deep shock and anger.
His hands could not help but grasp the armrests of the chair, and his voice was suppressed, whispering almost in disbelief:
"Mikhail...he is crazy...how could he attack Selena...they are the same kind..."
At that moment, Hart seemed to have been drained of all his power.
Selina Lockhart, she may be a symbol of weakness in his eyes, a representative of the neutral faction that he has always been dissatisfied with, but she is also a compatriot of the infected, a leader who tries his best to change the status quo through gentle means .
How could Mikhail do something to her?
He couldn't understand, and even felt extremely confused and angry.
Mikhail and his liberating hooves have done too many radical things.
Those bloody scenes emerged in Hart's mind:
In an attack on a large factory, Mikhail planned a terrorist activity on the grounds that the factory exploited infected people Labor, the factory eventually fell into flames, and several workers were injured; in order to resist the government's oppressive policies against infected people, Mikhail even attacked government office buildings and used explosions to protest horse racing and isolation policies.
That attack directly resulted in the casualties of many innocent people in the building.
But even then, Mikhail was not so crazy.
His behavior has become more radical, and in the latest attack, Mikhail launched a terrorist attack on a national horse racing girl competition, detonating a bomb directly inside the competition venue, causing injuries to dozens of spectators and infected players .
Although Mikhail believes that this can draw society's attention to the plight of infected people, it has in turn triggered criticism from many infected organizations.
They believe that the practice of liberating hoofbeats is not only attacking the exploiters, but also hurting their own compatriots.
Hart recalled the reaction at the time. Many infected organizations said that Mikhail’s behavior was too radical and even deviated from the original intention of fighting for the rights of infected people.
However, no one expected that Mikhail would be so crazy that he would directly blow up the president of the Neutral Federation, a man who had been building a bridge between infected people and humans.
"Liberating the hoofbeat, what are you doing..." Hart gritted his teeth, unable to suppress the anger in his heart.
Mikhail has completely lost control.
He is no longer the leader who fights for the rights of the infected, but has become a butcher who does not distinguish between friend and foe.
If this continues, it will only put the infected population at greater risk.
Hart was angry at Mikhail and the crazy behavior that was fueled by the hooves of liberation. Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open.
Outside the rain curtain, Sophia Williams carried her gun case and led Lena into the house.
Lina timidly hugged Sophia's thigh, lowered her head, avoiding her father's eyes, with an innocent expression of fear of being punished written on her face.
Hart raised his head, seeing this scene, his tense expression relaxed a little.
He quickly restrained his angry expression, but his face remained stern.
He took a deep breath and said to his daughter:
"You know how to come back! Look at it today, it's raining heavily. Don't you feel cold? What if something happens and someone catches you?"
Lina twisted her body and did not raise her head. , seemed startled by his father's tone.
Hart continued: "Your mother has been talking about you, saying that your grades have declined recently, you are always naughty, and you go to peek at the game!"
His tone changed. Even more sternly, "Why are you so disobedient? If Sophia hadn't brought you back today, would you have planned to stay outside? If it were any later today, your mother would have scolded you when she came back."
Listening to her father's words, Lina whispered: "I'm sorry, Dad..."
When Hart heard his daughter's voice, his face softened a little, but he still said with a straight face: "Okay, go find your mother quickly, she has been waiting for you to come back. Don't let her worry anymore, do you hear me? ?”
Lina nodded, glanced at her father timidly, then let go of Sophia’s hand and ran quickly to the other side of the house to find her mother.
When Lina's back disappeared at the end of the corridor, Hart's expression instantly became heavy. He turned to look at Sophia, his tone obviously carrying more seriousness and worry.
"She is still young and not sensible, but this time I am really worried," Hart said in a deep voice, getting to the point directly. "The quarantine area is so chaotic now, and people outside are panicked. I really don't want her to get involved in these troubles...Sofia, you should know."
There was a hint of chill on Sophia's face, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she replied coldly:
"He killed Selina Lockhart. Selena even spoke to me before she died, telling me The news that our administration was going to take over the racetrack competition also mentioned that the Cultural Committee was under direct pressure from the adults in Hell’s Kitchen and had to fully lift the quarantine policy and withdraw the culture of their four rangers. The export strategy has also completely collapsed. These are all the policies of that adult."
Hart was stunned when he heard this. He knew the Lord and had heard rumors about Hell's Kitchen and the Authority, but he did not expect that the Authority's intervention would be so quick and decisive.
He thought that the administration's intervention would come sooner or later, but he never thought that this day would come so suddenly.
"Kurd and his bastards just gave in?"
Hart said with disbelief on his face:
"Just the Lord's intervention, just a policy, made them, who we regard as life and death enemies, all crawl back, and they... didn't even resist. You don’t even have the idea of violating the will?”
Sofia nodded, with a solemn expression:
“They don’t dare to go head-to-head with the Administration and that adult. You should know that hell. The man in the kitchen is the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven. His achievements and style of conduct are well known in Terra and in the New World. The Kurdish dead pig has no interference or disobedience. An adult’s capital.”
Hart frowned slightly and said after a moment of silence:
"This was originally a good thing. If the Administration could take over the affairs of the infected, then our situation might improve. But now, Liberate Hooves and Mikhail... they have gone crazy. I don't think they Will be afraid of the Administration, even that adult."
"Ignorant people are fearless."
Sofia smiled coldly, with a trace of determination in her eyes: "Mikhail and his followers. The critics have gone into a frenzy and they no longer care who is standing in front of them. Hart, this opportunity for change is the closest we'll ever get.
If the man in Hell's Kitchen can really admit that we fake people. The infected people are part of humanity. If that adult becomes one of the thirteen 'World Supervisors'"
"then we will be accepted and affirmed by the kingdom of heaven and the giants - —They had to accept it too.”
Hart wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't. In the past, he was always used to thinking about all policies and conspiracies from the worst perspective. He always felt that the intrigues behind power and capital were everywhere. However, this time, he found that he had no way to refute. This opportunity for change—the closest opportunity they have to truly change their destiny—is right in front of them.
He was silent for a long time, and finally whispered:
"This is our only chance... I hope Mikhail will not ruin it all."
< br>Hearing this, Sophia Williams slowly removed the gun case from behind and placed it in front of herself.
Dong——
Her hands were pressed firmly on the box, her eyes were sharp, and murderous intent burst out of her eyes without concealment.
She spoke coldly, her voice piercing into Hart's heart like an ice blade:
"Hart, he doesn't have that chance."
"I will Kill him. I will take his head and surrender to the master in Hell's Kitchen."
Sofia's cold murderous intention spread in the air like a substance, making Hart's hair stand on end.
He had never seen Sophia like this before, and that cold and firm determination tightened around his heart like an invisible iron lock.
His lips wriggled, trying his best to find a reason to struggle, but in the end, he whispered word by word:
"This...in the end we still reached the point where we were fighting each other. ...Obviously everyone was aiming for the same goal..."
Sofia was unmoved, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and she was so determined that there was almost no hesitation.
"Hart, among the four social groups surrounding the racecourse, the Puppet Alliance movement led by me has decided to fully support horse racing. We will use the power of commercialization to strive for economic success and social acceptance .”
“Although the current leader of the Neutral Federation, Selina Lockhart, is dead, their internal structure has long been formed, and their path dependence is destined that they will not become an obstacle to commercialization.”
“ Now, only your union and the hooves of liberation are left."
Her voice became deeper and deeper, with unshakable determination:
"I want to declare to you, the hooves of liberation. Must be dismantled."
"Whoever blocks commercialization is our enemy; whoever blocks economic reform must 'step down'."
Hart stared at Sophia in silence, with thousands of thoughts colliding fiercely in his mind.
He could see that Sophia's determination was unshakable - she had come to him to express her position clearly.
The scratchy feeling in his throat made his voice a little low and hoarse, but he still raised his head stubbornly and looked at her reluctantly:
"If you want to promote commercialization, I There is only one condition - you must make that adult guarantee that workers must receive due wage protection, working hours and vacations, and a safe labor environment. We will never succumb to financial capital and tyranny. < br>
If the rule brought by that Lord is more tyrannical than the Cultural Council, than the Kurds and their bastards - then the trade union may not be the next step in liberation. ”
Hearing this, Sophia nodded slowly, a trace of solemnity and determination flashed in her eyes.
"If what he brings is a more tyrannical rule, I will rise up and fight against it - even if I am shattered into pieces."
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07:00PM.Weather/Heavy Rain
Hell's Kitchen.
Helselem Tower, the headquarters of the Authority.
Torrential rain poured down, and the streets of Hell's Kitchen seemed to be swallowed up by a curtain of rain. The water on the streets reflected the intricate outlines of the buildings, making the entire city seem to be upside down in the rain.
The Helsalem Tower is located at the intersection of Eighth Avenue and 42nd Street. It combines modern and Gothic architectural styles, with a sharp tower top and heavy stone rain gutters, revealing a kind of A strange blend of ancient and modern.
Xia Xiu stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, which was dripping with rain. His golden eyes stared quietly at the rain screen, his eyes were calm and deep, with a meaning of thinking.
Zhizhizhi——
The door outside the office was pushed open, and a figure wearing a white sweater walked in.
The man was a young man who looked to be in his early teens. He had a pair of fox ears on his handsome face and a fluffy fox tail swaying behind him.
The cuffs of his sweatshirt were slightly rolled up, revealing his slender wrists. The overall dressing style was in extremely inconsistent contrast with his appearance.
There was a hint of helplessness on his face, with dark circles hanging lightly around his eyes.
Obviously.
The ‘chief’ of the Whispering Square Hub has not had a good rest recently.
The fox-eared boy walked to Xia Xiu's side, glanced at the rain outside the window, then turned to look at him helplessly, sighed and said:
"Everyone is going out because of you The policy has exploded, but you are quite leisurely. If you are so free, can you go to the hub and help me take care of things?"
Xia Xiu turned his head, smiled, and said in a relaxed tone. Remember to knock, Chief Turs"
Turs laughed angrily when he heard this.
"Chief? You really think highly of me. You leave so many bad things to me, but you are very leisurely."
He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, as if Trying hard to get rid of the fatigue, he kept outputting from his mouth.
“The hub is almost in a mess, with problems from all planes piling up. Oh, by the way, I met a few idiots before, and they actually wanted to smuggle contraband through the hub. I looked at the list , that could fill the entire Whispering Plaza."
The blond young man smiled and turned sideways, with the same bastard boss smile that the fox-eared boy always felt he deserved to be beaten.
"Tulsi, you are the chief in the hub plane, so this little problem shouldn't be a problem, right? Can't you even deal with a few smugglers?"
Tulsi's fox ears moved. move.
He wanted to punch the smiling golden retriever, but he couldn't.
"Do you really think it's as simple as smuggling? There are shadows from the Federation behind those guys. Can I do it all by myself? And there are those damn politicians, their plans are all the same. One, just expect me to wipe your butt. To be honest, sometimes I really wonder if I am here to work for you, and you are here to watch the rain.”
Xia Xiu's smile continued, and he tapped his cane lightly on the ground.
He said:
"If you say that, I will have to seriously consider giving you a salary increase. But, Tours, I believe you know better than anyone else, what's going on over there at the hub?" Only you can handle this trouble."
Tulse glanced at him and twitched slightly: "Salary increase? You are really good at drawing cakes."
After Turs finished complaining, his eyes suddenly became cold and his ears trembled slightly.
He put away his usual laughter, put on a serious and solemn look, and said in a low voice:
"Speaking of which, I know the situation is more difficult this time, but you didn't really take action.
< br>You must have heard about the terrorist attack on the Neutral Federation, right? The 'tragedy' caused by the internal struggle of the infected.
I thought that after you went to the Social and Cultural Committee, you would at least let Haoyue. The two special operators, Rabbit or Qingniu, will push forward steadily to implement your policy. Take advantage of this opportunity to expand the influence and scope of intervention of the administration, especially among those secular infected groups. —The first opportunity for secularization of the Administration is close at hand."
Turles paused and looked at Xia Xiu, trying to read something from his calm expression, but nothing happened. No results.
So he could only continue:
"But you didn't."
"After you put pressure on the Cultural Committee, I never saw your actions in dispatching other agents of the Administration. It stands to reason. It is said that most of the operators in the administration are infected. Wouldn't it be more logical to let them implement these policies and become the vanguard of change? Even if the Moon Rabbit and Qing Niu are not allowed to come forward, Mole will be sent to lead them? It would be fine if the armed forces of the Science Society moved forward smoothly. "
"In the end, you didn't do anything. Instead, you watched the four social groups fighting among themselves, causing the situation to become increasingly chaotic. "
There was confusion and faint worry in his words, and his eyes were always fixed on Xia Xiu.
For Tours, the power of the Authority, especially its influence on the infected population, is a weapon that cannot be ignored.
Xia Xiu seemed to have deliberately given up this advantage, making the situation even more confusing.
Xia Xiu was still standing in front of the window, looking through the thick rain curtain. His golden eyes were extremely deep, reflecting the dim light outside the window.
The silver cane in his hand tapped the ground gently, making a crisp echo. The raindrops fell from the window, seeming to be meditating with him.
"Tulsi, most of us can only light the flame, not fill the container." He sighed, "Everyone has been through it, but few understand it."
"Life is not always covered by thick shadows. Light and shadow go hand in hand, and the same goes for those infected."
"Huh?" Tours frowned, seeming a little confused. .
Xia Xiu finally turned his head and looked at the rain falling like a curtain outside the window, and continued:
"Even if life is obscured by shadows... there will always be light. Support. Those things that people move forward will not disappear because of pain and suffering. On the contrary, the existence of shadows will make those small and hard-to-find lights more precious, the kind of light that is as faint as a firefly or as bright as the stars. The reason to move forward.”
Xia Xiu’s words felt extremely familiar to Tours, and memories came to his mind instantly.
He frowned and quickly thought of the origin of this sentence.
"It sounds a bit like the chiaroscuro sketch that guy talked about when we were hunting vampires."
Tulse suddenly spoke with a tone of sudden realization.
"Yes, that guy has forgotten everything, but he remembers the knowledge of painting very clearly. His notebook is full of sketches - is this what he said before?"< br>
Hearing this, Xia Xiu showed an exposed smile, with the corners of his lips raised slightly.
He nodded, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes, and then repeated softly:
"Life is probably like a sketch, and we must learn... to use shadow to set off light."
Tours nodded and continued:
"You think the situation of the infected is indeed difficult. The Administration has incomparable power, but if you intervene too early, the shadow of the situation will be easily dispelled. . Do you think that if change comes too fast, the light will be weakened, and they should find their own strength to light the way ahead? "
"So, you want them to move towards the light of change themselves? ”
Xia Xiu smiled slightly and shrugged slightly, the smile in his eyes getting stronger.
“This is what you said, not me.”
Looking at the smiling golden retriever in front of him, Turs felt that his fist was hardened again.
“I knew you must have a deeper purpose.”
Tulse then said in a strange manner:
"You, your behavior is very realistic, but you have idealism in your mind. Sometimes you are so sinister that it makes people grit their teeth, but you always have a bit of damn romanticism..."
Xia Xiuwen He said, gently raising his hand to stop him, with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"Stop! If you want to scold me, just come directly. There is no need to go around in so many circles to stack your armor."
After saying that, he gently raised his left hand and snapped his fingertips.
Pa——
A white envelope fell out of thin air on his left hand, with the words - [Yours sincerely, Sophia Williams] written on the surface.
He looked down at the envelope, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his eyes became deep.
"I do have other things to do." He said calmly, with a hint of chill in his tone.
He gently touched the envelope with his fingertips, his eyes slightly darkened.
"As for me, I prefer to be clean."
Xia Xiu said slowly, his voice low and calm.
“A snake that does not shed its skin can only wait for death. The same goes for people. People who always hold on to their old skin and refuse to renew it begin to rot from the inside, stop growing, and then die.”
Tulse was slightly startled. He frowned, vaguely feeling that there was some deep meaning hidden in Xia Xiu's words. "You mean... the sound of liberation hooves?" His voice was hesitant.
Just when he was trying to ask, he suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter. Tours' pupils narrowed, as if he thought of something, and his tone suddenly sank: "You don't want to bring those people from the Cultural Committee..."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiu raised his left hand and raised his index finger to his lips, making a silent gesture.
"Shh - it's not me." The blond young man raised a faint smile on his lips.
"How could I take action against the 'allies'... It's just that the people of Red Branch and the people of Liberation Hooves are more eager than me."
Tulse's His heart skipped a beat, and his expression suddenly became serious.
The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven looked at the rain curtain, his tone still calm, but with a kind of chilling calmness.
Just like...the lawyer in the inner earth world.
"I have never recommended that within a limited range, on the chessboard..."
"Play chess in the dark."
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