Thank you to the Tech and Ruthless Live Food Factory—our goal is to let you taste every elent on the periodic table...."
Song Zhaoi listened to these insane-sounding ad lines and felt unable to comnt. Not to ntion she's never heard of these companies in reality, they feel even more ruthless than those infamous corporations.
Brother Dao: "Next up, we have the two mysterious contestants of today's match about to take the stage. I bet you that none of you could ever guess their identities."
"What? Not Emperor Xiaochuan and the ile Sect? Then what's the point?"
"Co on! We want to see the ile Sect execute Sun Xiaochuan!"
"I want to see rivers of blood! Kill kill kill kill kill!"
"Where's the ani girl? I want to see the Hatsune Miku concert!"
Brother Dao ignored the uproar from the audience. Every aspect of this match was pre-designed by them, including the final outco. It was just acting as the opening ceremony for an old net instance, just for entertainnt, without even options for betting in the casinos.
"Then let our contestants start their self-introductions!"
As Brother Dao finished speaking, the entire venue plunged into darkness. Then a spotlight lit up a hunched figure on the square stage, looking incredibly mysterious.
"I..."
He spoke.
"A World War II survivor, a kamikaze soldier, a capitalist magnate, and a mber of the Huang Ban family's ruling elite. These are positions and renown I've held throughout my life, each greater and higher than the last."
"My na is—Huang Ban Sanlang."
!!!
The heart of the nightingale tightened, could it be that Huang Ban has already infiltrated the Black Wall?
They actually took the lead in military technology by so much?
No... no way.
Huang Ban Sanlang is over a hundred years old, how could he possibly compete in such a match in front of so many people?
Song Zhaoi was full of confusion, but no one would explain it to her here, while the person on stage continued to expound on his identity.
"The strongest person in the world... since World War II, capital and wealth have steadily increased upon , making my status so high and my lifespan so long, that only a few progenitors could compare."
"Compare? Hmph! Perhaps now my fate has far surpassed those forebearers! To ensure that I always possess the strongest capital, I will use any ans necessary to do—whatever needs to be done! Not only against all who oppose , but anything that can assist must be offered up, even if he is my son, I, Huang Ban Sanlang, would not let go, because this is my way, my—path."
"So people might not acknowledge , but when the vast majority of the world trusts ; sees as the most noble capitalist; the greatest of the Neon People, how could I be wrong? No, even if I killed my son Huang Banjing, or forced away Huang Ban Lai Xuan, as long as the fools don't know, and others dare not rebel or fear , how could I be wrong? Even if wrong, it would only be the world's mistake, fools' mistake, the weak's mistake, because without my wisdom and great power, the yellow race would still live under the painful world dominated by the whites."
The lights ca on fully, revealing the speaker on stage, a hunched, wrinkled, old and skinny bespectacled man, loudly hollering with a cane.
"So, everyone who doesn't want to die, who doesn't want to suffer, should love , be loyal to , respect , worship ! Admire , this Neon leader, swear to die for , the Huang Ban Corporation ruler, my favored by capital, my long-life successor, , , —my un-crowned Emperor!"
"Fuck!"
Even Song Zhaoi couldn't find any other words but 'fuck' to describe her current mood and feeling.
The person on stage is definitely not Huang Ban Sanlang, it's only a model created by data.
But damn it....
Song Zhaoi had seen brave ones, but never anyone as brave as this.
Directly mocking Huang Ban Sanlang himself, even Donald Lundy who calls himself Huang Ban's nesis isn't this bold.
The crowd around was first shocked, but it did not turn into deep fear or make them afraid to speak, instead, there was an explosion of thunderous cheers and waves.
"Aweso!"
"I love you! Master Huang Ban Sanlang!"
"Since it's Huang Ban Sanlang, then what kind of expert would be his opponent?"
Yeah....
Suddenly curious, with a blank mind, Song Zhaoi wondered, they mocked Huang Ban Sanlang, then what about the opponent?
Who would the opponent be?
Sure enough, after 'Huang Ban Sanlang' finished his self-introduction, the light at his end dimd again, and diagonally opposite him, another shadow appeared.
But this shadow....
Even without a clear view of the face, just by the voice and deanor, Song Zhaoi was already astonished.
"A navy soldier, the king of Military Science, the perfect president, Donald Lundy's student, these are the identities and positions I've held, as soone destined to be the new president of New Arica, so I don't care for but cannot escape—my 'fate'...."
"They call ... Rosalind Miles, soone whose life is plagued by missions and troubles."
"To return Arica to the pinnacle of the world, I did things I didn't like, launched a war I was never supposed to lose, which ultimately led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands and ended in a crushing defeat; failure, it seems, is tied to my fate."
"Even though I received teachings from my master Donald Lundy and military technology support, I still missed the opportunity to completely expel Huang Ban from North Arica, leading my subordinate Hansen to make the life-taking self-sacrifice, voluntarily abandoned by New Arica, giving one last elent of victory."
"Hansen said that facing Huang Ban Sanlang is my destiny, an inescapable fate. But I refuse to believe in fate; even if so predictions co true, I convince myself they are just coincidental, things that could be understood through political wisdom and patience, I won't deliberately do the opposite due to misfortune, whatever the fate, predestination, or destiny is."
"I, Rosalind Miles, will only do—what my rationality tells is the right choice. If I need to lead Arica, I will lead Arica. If I need to lie to deceive, I will lie to deceive. If my life allows for love, I will definitely love, regardless of how others judge, whether or not I can keep my true self intact in the future, I, Miles, will do the right thing, and fight the right battle against Huang Ban Sanlang."
"To fight for the safety of New Arica, for my godfather's ideals, and to avenge my dear friend Hansen, I will fight for the future of my country, fight for my power, fight for the Arican people, whether they understand or not, battle—battle! Today, the president of Arica will fight her final battle—!"
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