People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 435 The Road is Long

"Doctor, are you tired?"

In the hotel room, Li noticed that the doctor was looking out the window aimlessly and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Ms. Li, what kind of person do you think Markowitz is?"

The Doctor suddenly spoke.

Li was startled by the question, but she quickly organized her words and told him everything:

"As you learned before, due to the sudden return of the Knight of Glory, a spokesperson resigned... That person was Charne, the previous spokesperson of Markowitz's current position.

Markowitz was just a little-known character before this, so I understand your point of view, Doctor.

Markowitz still retains some unadulterated humanity... but in this environment, it's hard to say how long that will last."

The doctor remained noncommittal.

He suddenly asked again: "What do you think of the position chosen by Rhodes Island?"

This time, Li was silent for a longer time.

After a long while, she did not answer the question directly, but talked about another person:

“What do you think Qi Yan is doing now?

The Federation is always an organization that cannot be summed up in one word. It is huge and looms over all the cities in Casimir, and the Grand Knight Territory is just one of them.

I think the Federation is outstanding for being able to do this. In the face of money and a society that is truly changing, even if the Federation does nothing, it will make those who are deeply involved change unconsciously and turn to them on their own initiative.”

The doctor was not satisfied with Li's answer, but he still successfully found the answer he wanted.

He seemed to have let go of all his worries, stretched out his body comfortably, and said lazily:

“Yes, as long as you are deeply involved in it, you will inevitably be affected by it, but... the truth will only be revealed after all the dross is gone.

Miss Li, do you understand the true meaning of the word "young man"? "

Li stood aside and shook his head to express his confusion.

But the doctor did not explain, he just said:

"Unfortunately, you need to find the answer yourself, because every 'teen' has a different answer."

……

……

Markowitz stood in his room, looking out the window at the night outside.

Suddenly, his line of sight switched focus, and he saw a tall figure with the aura of a superior reflected in the glass.

"……it's me."

Markowitz muttered to himself as he looked at his reflection.

At some point, the clothes that he was once not used to no longer seemed so awkward. If he didn't pay attention, he would even forget that he was dressed like this.

In a trance, Markowitz heard a ringing sound.

He shuddered, remembering the ringing sound that had brought him to this location.

After coming back to his senses, Markowitz realized that this time it was not the brand new old-fashioned phone that was ringing, but his own terminal.

He took two breaths, picked up the terminal and answered the call.

A polite voice came from the other end of the line: "Mr. Spokesperson, regarding the handling of Charney..."

"It's you again." Markowitz frowned and said, "This is not the first time I've received harassing calls from you. I said I would take care of Mr. Charney's matter."

A polite voice chuckled:

"I know, and I certainly believe what the spokesperson says, but I have to remind you that if this is exposed later, both you and I will be held responsible.

Therefore, killing him is the safest option."

"I told you I can shut Mr. Charney up." Markovitz's tone was a little cold. "You don't need to ask about the specific methods."

The person on the other end of the communication seemed a little surprised.

Markowitz's attitude is gradually becoming tougher, not because his patience is gradually wearing out, but because of a change in Markowitz's own character.

But the polite voice still did not relent:

"Okay, as long as you can show your sincerity... At least, you have to prove to me that Mr. Charney 'will never betray'."

"Sincerity?"

Markowitz took a deep breath and spoke again: "I think you should understand one thing, you are provoking a spokesperson."

The polite voice fell silent.

But Markowitz wasn't done yet:

“You and I both know that I was only appointed in times of crisis. I have no backing on the board of directors, but that doesn’t mean I will be at the mercy of others.

The command of the Helmetless Alliance was once in the hands of Mr. Charney, so now..."

Markowitz didn't finish his words, but his meaning was already very clear.

For the first time, the polite voice sounded a little nervous:

"Please don't misunderstand me. I don't mean to challenge your authority."

"that power……"

Markowitz suddenly muttered to himself.

Polite voices speak faster:

“Yes, I have no intention of challenging your authority, my call is just to ensure smooth cooperation between us in the future.

Since you said so, I won't force you. It's really rude... I just want you to guarantee it."

Markowitz suddenly realized something and said with a dull look:

"It seems we have nothing to talk about."

"Mr. Markowitz! Wait a minute..."

Before the exclamation on the other end could be finished, Markowitz hung up the call.

Markowitz threw the expensive latest model terminal away without caring whether it would break.

Because with just one word from him, a brand new terminal would be delivered to him within two minutes.

Markowitz looked at his reflection in the glass in front of him, and there was a hint of a smile on the face of that shadow.

"You smiled."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded from the door of the room.

Markowitz was startled for a moment, then came back to his senses. Through the reflection in the glass, he was surprised to find that McGee had walked into his room without him knowing.

"Mr. McKee, when did you--"

"I've never seen you smile like that, Brother Markowitz."

McGee interrupted Markowitz's pleasantries, chuckled, and walked over to him.

Markovitz's expression was dazed for a moment, but he covered it up in the blink of an eye and smiled gently and politely:

"What do you want?"

McGee bent down, picked up the terminal that Markowitz had thrown out, and placed it on the coffee table.

Then he said slowly:

"The order from the No-Heroes Alliance has been officially issued. You and I still have something to do with this matter. It's time to get back to work."

"...Okay." Markowitz nodded in agreement.

McGee turned and left.

After walking out of the room, he suddenly stopped, looked at the closed door, lowered his eyes slightly, and said to himself with a complicated emotion:

"Power is always sweet, isn't it, Markowitz?"

……

……

"The streets at night are really suitable for walking, if you don't have to work."

Roy stood under the street light, making fun of himself.

A member of the No Helmet Alliance walked out from the darkness, came to Roy and bowed his head:

"Report, all members of this operation are in place, the target has been identified, and there are currently about a hundred infected people hiding in this area.

No trace of the white-haired Rupert girl was found."

"Address her as the lovely Miss Qilin," Roy warned.

The members of the Wuzhou Alliance quickly bowed and admitted their mistakes.

He then continued to report:

"On the other side, we received news from Her Excellency Monique. She said... Qi Yan has also taken action and has something to tell you."

"explain."

"Qi Yan said that you will definitely get into trouble tonight. Don't be afraid. Follow orders bravely. He is on his way."

Roy: "..."

Very good, he was not afraid at first, but now he is a little scared.

"Go down." Roy waved his hand to send the man away.

Then he drew his longbow and walked slowly along the street.

He still couldn't suppress his curiosity and wanted to see who the troublemaker Qi Yan was talking about was.

The girl named Qilin? An ambush by the Red Pine Knights? Or... someone from Rhodes Island?

Soon, Roy saw the answer.

There is a roadside chair on the cold street, and a cold person is sitting on the chair.

The golden Pegasus lost his sword, but he seemed to have been relieved of some burden.

An ordinary newspaper was held in the hands of the golden Pegasus. With Roy's eyes, he could easily see the big headlines:

The unforgettable story of the Shining Knight and the Candle Knight. The Little White Knight suddenly intervenes. Where should the three of them go?

Roy: "..."

He could clearly feel that after the golden Pegasus in front of him gave up his disguise, a terrible anger was brewing because of the contents of the newspaper.