Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 387 Rules are made to be broken (3K)

However, although
Audrey Hall was speechless for a moment. The boy's unique analysis made her stand there in a daze. Although she didn't understand what "paying respect to the mountain" meant, she still knew a thing or two about robbers, bandits, gangs, etc.

She wanted to make some excuses, but when she re-entered the audience's state and thought carefully, she found that what Ron said made sense.

Attending social dances, choosing a political party to rely on, and paying a sum of money under a reasonable name are essentially no different in logic from the behavior of those gangs in the East District.

They all emerged as promising talents, were introduced by others, chose to rely on internal gangs, and showed respect to small gang leaders.

It has to be said that this is a rather ironic thing. The newspapers have clearly exposed the various gangs in the East District many times, but in the entire Backlund, no one really sees everything clearly.

Beneath the surface of elegance, decency, and adherence to virtue, the nobility is so unbearable and barbaric.

They use all kinds of terms to whitewash the decency of civilized people, but once interests are involved, they are no different from the barbarians they look down upon, and will use all kinds of despicable means to suppress their opponents.

Audrey Hall fell silent and could no longer laugh.

As for whether the rioters blocking the entrance of the steel plant were telling lies, the "psychologist" could analyze it just by listening to the sounds.

"Audrey, why aren't you smiling?"

"Under the eternal sun, there is nothing new."

"In other words, a dog will always eat shit!"

The blond boy's words were still as sharp as ever, and even when facing a beautiful noble lady, he was still as sweet as usual.

Perhaps the evaluation of the god in charge of secrets was correct. With Ron's bad mouth, he will never find a partner in his life.

"Okay, Mr. Ron, please stop talking."

"Woof woof woof (******)"

You are an angel. Even if you don’t pay attention to your own image, you should pay attention to Mr. Fool’s image...

Audrey Hall was both embarrassed and annoyed. She angrily grabbed the blond boy's chubby face and rubbed it hard until the cute face turned red. She then let go of her hands somewhat embarrassedly.

"Well, Mr. Ron, what are you going to do?"

"I may be able to help you. Don't worry, there's no need for "protection money"!"

As the daughter of a member of the Kingdom's House of Lords and with the head of the "New Party" as her father, Audrey does have the ability to solve Ron's problems.

The noble lady opened her arms and made a gesture to embrace everything, as if to say, "Come into your sister's arms quickly," because your sister is rich and powerful.

Seeing this, Ron raised his head proudly and ignored the rich woman's invitation.

Ron Sothoth is not a gigolo!
"Audrey, I can handle it myself!" the blond boy responded proudly.

Solve? Solve means kill all the troublemakers outside?
Audrey Hall muttered to herself, then patiently explained:
"Mr. Ron, although what you described is correct, this is, after all, an implicit rule that has been popular in Backlund for hundreds of years. I know you are not worried about this, but it will be very troublesome in the future, trouble beyond your imagination..."

Hearing this, the blond boy's gaze pierced through layers of obstacles and looked at Amon, who was wearing a brand new worker's uniform and was standing at the back of the factory security team watching the fun.

“Rules are meant to be broken.”

Ron's eyes swept over the wishing lantern stuck on the angel and he muttered in disdain.

what! ?

Ignoring the noble lady's surprised expression, the blond boy jumped off the carriage and walked towards the troublemakers.

"Dad, Dad, I want Dad."

The first thing that came into Ron's ears was the shrill cry of a child. This sound was like a ghost lingering in the real world, and the shrill cry made people dizzy.

Humph, looking for dad. I, Ron Sotos, am the best at finding dad!

With a disdainful snort in his heart, the blond boy suddenly remembered the night when he first met Dunn Smith. The old captain told him the story of "The Tadpole Looking for Its Mother".

Ron moved his short legs forward and came in front of three ladies who were less than 30 years old and in very good condition.

“I’m the owner of this steel company, and you say, this is your child?”

He spoke indifferently, immediately attracting the attention of everyone present. The reporters who had been lying in ambush in the bushes excitedly raised their portable cameras, but soon realized that something was wrong.

This boy who is less than 1.5 meters tall is actually the boss behind this steel plant! ?
"Who the hell arranged this? Can't they be more professional? He's not even as tall as his kid."

Someone in the crowd uttered a weak complaint. Many reporters looked at each other, all of them standing there in a daze.

This morning, their boss informed them to come to the vicinity of the Honest Steel Company and said that there would be big news today, and asked them to hurry up to understand the cause and effect of the matter and compile an eye-catching factual report.

Faced with the leader's vague demands and the "supernatural" ability to predict the future at any time, the reporters naturally understood what was going on. If they said that no one had bribed them, no one would believe it.

After all, this kind of thing was common in Backlund. Every once in a while, they would, according to the leader's request, ruin the reputation of some gentlemen and watch them leave the metropolis in disgrace, with no chance of recovery.

Click!

At this moment, a white flash lighted up, accompanied by the shutter sound of a portable camera, and one of the reporters took a clear photo of the scene.

"Mike, this is not right. Even a fool can see that there is something wrong here. Please take a picture of it."

Joseph, a reporter from the Honest Man Daily, looked in astonishment at Mike Joseph, who had a very good reputation in the journalist circle, and his words were full of surprise and disbelief.

Good boy, are you, the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, gradually becoming realistic?

Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer, shook his head, ignoring the surprise of his colleagues. Instead, he pointed to the exploding scene:

"Joseph, the most important thing for a journalist is to seek truth from facts, and then to attract attention. Look, three ladies brought their eight-year-old children to look for the father who is smaller than the children."

"Don't you think this is a very eye-catching piece of news? There must be some unspeakable secret behind this. Whether it is a false accusation or those ladies have committed a serious crime, this is a piece of news that can make the front page headlines."

After explaining the cause and effect, Mike Joseph shrugged his shoulders and said casually:

"Anyway, the editors just asked us to collect news that is eye-catching enough, but they didn't mention any specific requirements, right?"

What you said makes a lot of sense.
Many reporters suddenly realized what was going on after hearing this and started raising their cameras to take pictures.

No matter what happens, as long as the target is completed!
The stunned expressions of the three ladies were perfectly captured in the camera film. They never dreamed that a teenager would come forward and claim that he was the owner of the steel company.

After all, the person behind the scenes didn't give them any photos of the target, nor did the nobles who secretly instructed them to do so. All they had was a name and the information that the target was a male.

As for the others, they seemed to be hidden by some force and it was impossible to find any valuable information at all.

"What? What are you looking at?"

"Didn't you say I was playing with your feelings? Can you tell me how I did it?"

"Did I take off your clothes or your pants?"

Feeling the undisguised sound of the camera shutter, the blond boy raised his eyebrows, and became even more arrogant and domineering. He did not conceal his feelings at all in his words, and he did not even feel any shame at all.

If these people dare to admit it, they will face several years in prison.

"I'm so sorry that we recognized the wrong person."

"Yes, yes, yes, stop crying, we got the wrong person."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, young sir, we confirmed the wrong person."

Hearing Ron's question, the three 40-year-old women who had been very sad just now immediately changed their expressions, grabbed their crying children, and turned around to leave.

Ha, you offended me and you still want to leave! ?

"Hey, wait a minute. My greatest strength is that I am always willing to help others. Aren't you looking for the child's father? I'll help you find him now!"

The blond boy raised his hand and waved, and the power from God instantly enveloped the three upper-class socialites who were about to escape.

The vastness like the universe and the heaviness like the galaxy did not cause any impact on the real world. However, the solemnity, as if facing a god, made the socialites who were bringing their children to find their father tremble and subconsciously shout out "the truth".

"This is Baron Sinderas's child!"*2
"This is Duke Negan's child!"

Click, click, click! ! !
There was another sound of shutter clicks, and the blond boy said without any surprise:

"Oh my, so you are the children of these two nobles. You can't judge a person by his appearance. How could they dare to do such a thing to you?"

"Quick, come on, send the children back to their homes. Is it ok to let children cry outside in such a cold weather?"

"Don't worry. Although renting a carriage is very expensive and neither the Duke nor the Baron can afford it, it doesn't matter. I'll treat you!"

As Ron spoke in a boastful tone, he waved to his supervisor, signaling him to ask a few people to go and hire a carriage.

As for whether these children were actually the children of these two nobles, Ron could tell at a glance that they were not. They were just looking for an excuse to disgust the other party.

You can disgust me, so why can't I disgust you?
Do I have to pay "protection money" to your Conservative Party when I come to Backlund to do business?
If you keep showing off, do you believe I will let Mr. Fool knock the Lord of Storms’ head off?

In some circles in Backlund, some people are too self-righteous and always treat themselves as a dish.

(End of this chapter)