Chapter 73
When the finale of the Holy Light Ceremony reached its most exciting part, Rong Yuan walked out of the box and closed the door, locking out the strong smell of blood, the bright red on the ground, and the angry and confused howls of the dying people behind him.
The corridor was empty.
In fact, there were many robots and waiters on the observation deck shuttling between the various floors, providing various services to the guests in each box. However, with the help of the mental network, Rong Yuan returned to his box without meeting anyone.
When he left, he poured a cup of hot tea on the table. The tea was already cold. Rong Yuan pushed it away, then placed an egg-sized ellipsoid instrument on the table and pressed the light button. The instrument slowly rotated, releasing a light and shadow in the air. In the light and shadow, it was the shadow of a well-dressed middle-aged man in the conference room just now. He looked forward, as if looking at Rong Yuan, calmly and seriously recounting the organization's origin, purpose, members, major events he participated in over the years, and how much he had done for the organization. If a second person heard what he said, he would definitely think that this man had gone crazy, because what he said was enough to get him sentenced to prison on Red Prison Star until death.
However, the man seemed unaware of how shocking what he said was. He slowly and methodically revealed one explosive piece of news after another, not caring at all about how many people his words would offend or how many prominent people would be dragged into hell.
The threat of "dying a bad death" is not enough to make people brave enough to disregard any consequences. Most of those who attended the meeting in the box were pampered people who had caused countless families to be broken up for the sake of the organization's orders or to gain benefits, but they also had lovers, children, and people they didn't want to hurt at all. Therefore, when Rong Yuan's words came out, even though they knew there was no hope, they still fought to the death or decided to commit suicide immediately.
But it was of no use. As Rong Yuan had anticipated, these struggles seemed so powerless and did not cause any ripples at all.
In fact, Rong Yuan did not expect these people to immediately obey him after being threatened. He was also not interested in using cruel punishments to make them confess in fear and torment. Instead, he directly used the most powerful weapon in the Merit Mall - the truth serum.
——As long as someone drinks a few drops, they will be able to speak everything they know, and it will not damage the person's mind or make them confused, but will be clear and logical as usual. If you are not an insider, you will never know that this person has taken the potion. A small bottle of truth serum only costs 300 merit points, but it can easily destroy the mental defenses of the most resolute person. It can be said to be a model of good value for money.
Initially, Rong Yuan had a very calm attitude towards this organization. Although he had long been aware of the existence of this secret organization, this form of community of interests existed on many planets, and the one in Landia was nothing new. Rong Yuan only learned a little about it and then let it go.
When Rong Yuan was being sniped by the organization at all costs, he did not have the habit of letting the enemy commit crimes, but he wanted to only kill the main culprit, and deal with the followers according to the situation.
The real killing intent and decision to all was when he heard Amirida's name not long ago. After such a long time, there were only a few people left that Rong Yuan cared about. Seeing these people targeting Amirida, Rong Yuan instantly developed a monstrous killing intent.
Through interrogating these people, Rong Yuan felt that it was not for personal vengeance but for justice, and that the people in this organization all deserved to die.
However, those in the box were not all of them. There were three people with the highest status in the organization, only one of whom was present in the meeting room, and the other two were elsewhere. One of them was Lance, who was beside Serinda. In addition, although everyone in this organization was a leader in a certain field, not everyone would receive an invitation to the Holy Light Ceremony, so there were still some who slipped through the net and were still out there.
Outside the window, the grand and melodious bells rang, and with the slow falling of countless large snowflakes, the Holy Light Ceremony came to an end. Countless people cheered and hugged each other, celebrating the passage of time into the new year.
The observation deck suspended in the air slowly descended, and the dance party on the 18th floor had just begun. At this time, most people would leave their boxes and join the dance party. But some people would choose to leave due to other reasons.
Rong Yuan put away the camera, put on his cloak, and walked out with the crowd.
Leaving the protective cover of the observation deck, the winter night's chill that seemed to penetrate the bone marrow immediately attacked from all directions. Rong Yuan was not afraid of the cold, but he still subconsciously wrapped himself in a cloak. His slender fingers rested on the black cloak, revealing a cold luster like jade.
He looked up at the sky, but could see nothing but snowflakes all over the sky. However, he looked at something intently for a long while before he walked forward. Soft snow piled up on his hood and shoulders, and soon, he seemed to be buried in ice and snow.
After the Holy Light Ceremony, Landia entered the coldest season of the year. Even the Landians, who were very cold-resistant, could not stand such extreme cold. In addition, today was the annual Holy Light Festival. People were either enjoying the warm moments of family reunion under the warm yellow lights, or indulging in the feasting and revelry of various banquets and dance floors. Few people went out.
When Rong Yuan left the observation deck, there were still a few pedestrians on the road who came out to watch the Holy Light Ceremony. As he walked along, the number of people gradually decreased, and when he turned around the fifth block, there was no one else on the road except him.
The heavy snow covered all traces. Even if someone looked out of their window, they could hardly see anyone walking on the road. Landia's surveillance cameras were still working, and there were settings to block interference from ice and snow. However, in the surveillance cameras, there was nothing where Rong Yuan was.
The lights on the second floor of the closed flower shop were dimmed, and the flickering lights from the window shone in, reflecting the dark outlines of some furniture, which looked a little scary. In a corner of the room, Alpha, who treated himself as a trash can, squatted next to a flower pot. In the camera, a small red light flashed at a very high frequency, appearing brighter and more dazzling than usual.
In a room that is closed on all sides and completely isolated from the outside sound and light, a TV that occupies two-thirds of the wall is hung on the white wall. This TV is not only large, but also thin, as thin as paper, with a slight curvature on the surface, which can bring people a better viewing experience.
The TV screen was showing the grand performance of the Holy Light Ceremony. After the performance, the camera shook and quickly swept past the party on the 18th floor of the observation deck. Although it was known that the audience was more interested in the ball, such scenes were not allowed to be reported in detail. Therefore, after the flashing scene, the female anchor of the news briefly introduced a few clichés and then began to play the holiday greetings from some imperial celebrities who had been interviewed beforehand.
After several familiar faces of the Empire appeared on TV, an old man with white hair and beard appeared on the screen. He had a peaceful and kind smile on his face, and happiness and satisfaction were written in every wrinkle. When the camera turned to him, he seemed to have heard someone's reminder, and he smiled and nodded to the side, then looked at the camera with an even more contagious smile.
“Thank you, thank you friends for caring about me.” The old man smiled and said with a slightly choked voice, “Ever since I was stranded on Red Prison Planet due to an accident, I haven’t participated in the Holy Light Festival for two hundred years…”
The old man on the screen recalled the past, his face full of the vicissitudes of his experience, but what was rare was that his words did not contain any resentment, but instead were full of gratitude and insight into the world ; he did not mention how much he had suffered, but only lamented the great changes in the empire and was proud of the country's strength and wealth. His tone was sincere, as if everything he said came from the heart, which moved countless viewers on the Star Network.
However, the audience in front of the TV was not moved at all. As he listened, he even sneered, full of disdain.
The audience had white hair and beard and deep wrinkles. Although he was old, his body had not aged. His sturdy body seemed to contain great strength. However, he had silver metal rings on his limbs and neck, which looked very abrupt.
The most important thing is that this audience member looks exactly like the old man on TV!
On a chair not far from the old man, there was a thin man with thin eyebrows and long eyes. He was sitting with his legs crossed, reading a paper book slightly larger than his palm. His slightly curly hair hung on his forehead, looking soft and harmless.
Hearing the laughter, the man looked away from the book, glanced at the audience sitting on the sofa, and said softly: "General Luca, what do you find funny?"
General Luca glanced at him and said, "What could be more ridiculous than myself?"
