2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Quiet, sit back."

Whether it was necessary to say something or not, Old McCool was a man of the scene after all. He just turned around and scolded his son, then crossed his arms and stopped talking, as if he had never seen the so-called murderer of his son from the beginning.

However, looking at her father's expressionless side face, Linda's pink cheeks turned a little pale.

She knew that tonight, not only would the man beside her not be able to leave the building, but she would also be severely punished.

Thinking of this, a feeling of regret arose in Linda's heart. She originally just thought it was fun and exciting, so she brought him to her father and brother on a whim, but she never thought that this guy would dare to expose his identity so blatantly.

Does he really not know what the words McCool Heavy Industries actually mean in New York, or even in the entire United States?

At this time, there was one person in the venue who was not much more relaxed than her.

Dongfang Quliu wanted to look away and pretend not to see Yan Muyun, but the faint smile in the other person's eyes made him hesitate.

He didn't know why, but he had a strong premonition in his heart. If he really ignored the other party tonight, whether it was identity, status, wealth, or even life... everything he had now would be lost. Burnt in nameless fire.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Dongfang Quliu's forehead and fell on the microphone, and an almost inaudible muffled "pop" sounded in the venue.

"Dear guests, although the incident happened suddenly, we have a distinguished guest at our banquet tonight."

Dongfang Quliu took a deep breath, with an extremely bright smile on his face: "Please allow me to introduce you, the son of the supreme being, the breaker of shackles, the beacon of the barbaric wasteland, the commander of the Ten Holy Legions, who is destined to lead mankind to overthrow the oppression of false gods. Leader...Lord Holy Son!"

Although the people present didn't know what happened for a while, they listened to the applause around them gradually turning from sparse to enthusiastic, and everyone subconsciously clapped hard.

Amidst warm applause and cheers, Yan Muyun slowly stood up and walked towards the stage.

Two new spotlights came on, carefully following his steps so that everyone could see him clearly.

Linda froze, staring blankly at the man's back, wondering if she was dreaming.

The student from Chenjing College who killed his brother Shannon is actually the same person as the Holy Son who pushed Chenjing College not long ago?

Also shocked were her father and brother next to her. Even the 70-year-old McCool, who had experienced all kinds of storms and waves, looked in disbelief at this time.

Richard's performance was even worse. His eyes were wide open and his face was pale. He seemed to be frightened.

He noticed that the old McCool over there frowned slightly, and he didn't understand why his favorite eldest son behaved so badly. In terms of character and ability, Richard has always been the best among all his children, smart enough, cunning enough, decisive enough, and cruel enough.

How could a bloodthirsty wolf act like a castrated stray dog ​​just because he saw a male lion?

We might say that this Holy Son is smart, but truly smart people always see through things without telling them.

Even the craziest gambler who is used to making all-or-nothing decisions has to think twice before blatantly claiming to join the Holy Glory Order.

Kofi nodded quickly, and then said cautiously: "Excuse me, can you be more detailed?"

"Surrender, or die."

"I just sat in the audience and listened to everyone talking a lot. Now I will briefly express my attitude..."

On the stage, Yan Muyun had already taken the microphone from Dongfang Quliu.

Besides, what is the situation of the Shengyao Order now? As the Holy Son, do you really have no idea about it?

Unlike Dongfang Quliu, the man in front of him not only represents the will of the Shengyao Order to some extent, but also has terrifying violence that can make even the most powerful country in the world helpless.

The bald congressman adjusted his suit and smiled: "Hello, my name is Kofi Marshall, I am..."

While old McCool was puzzled, Linda took a deep look at her brother.

Yan Muyun remembered this bald man wearing a purple open-cut suit, a member of the House of Lords of the United States, and his name seemed to be Kofi or something.

As soon as these words came out, even the orchestra playing in the corner of the hall stopped. The entire venue became silent, and everyone stared blankly at the man on the stage.

He first looked around, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a gentle smile: "Ahem, since you're here, let me just say a few words."

If it weren't for the reputation guarantee of the intermediary McCool Group, all electronic equipment would be banned in the venue tonight, the monitoring equipment on the entire floor would be stopped, and a complete signal jamming device would be installed outside the venue. It is basically impossible for some people to show up here in person.

...

"No need to introduce yourself."

Yan Muyun frowned slightly: "I hate wallflowers. You people, either take a stand now or die. It's as simple as that."

She knew what the other person was afraid of.

Under everyone's attention, Yan Muyun slowly spoke:

Everyone who came to attend the founding dinner of this foundation today knew exactly what they were thinking. They do not directly join the Holy Glory Order, but secretly provide support in the name of the foundation. When the time comes, the advantage on the human side will be cut at the speed of light, and the advantage on the religious group will be as if the protection fee has been paid in advance.

After a while, someone finally raised their hand.

Although there are some conflicts between the two sides, they are not irreconcilable. To put it bluntly, even if the Shengyao Order really wanted to fall out with McCool Heavy Industries because of the mere incident of Shannon, they would not be afraid at all. Not to mention that the top leaders of both sides are not idiots, and it is almost impossible to reach a situation of complete confrontation.

You might say that this holy son is stupid, but he can see through the minds of most people present.

I have to admit that not all eggs are put in one basket, this is what smart people do. None of the people present had an ordinary status and could reach the current social class, so naturally they were all "smart people".

"Aren't my words clear enough?"

There is no other reason. In today's international public opinion, the Shengyao Order has completely become the opposite of human beings.

It's really not that they think too highly of this Holy Son. After all, it has only been two days since Chenjing Academy was promoted, and the fact that the other party is now standing on the stage unscathed is enough to prove a lot of things.

Almost everyone present had an unnatural look on their face, half expecting and half worried.

If possible, you can also use your ties to this foundation to get a share of the creation of the New World Order.

The grass on the wall falls at both ends. There is no position, it all depends on which side the wind is strong. These are the people who don’t want to pay any substantial price, but want the benefits of both sides.

The venue fell into a deathly silence, and many people looked at the stage with not only fear and panic, but also a hint of embarrassment.

He had a warm smile and a soft voice:

Even the Democratic-American Federation, which most advocates the so-called freedom of speech, can only tolerate this kind of secret gathering of a small number of people and turn a blind eye to it.

He nodded slightly, indicating that the other party could speak.

"Yes Yes."