"What did you say!? How could Miss Qian Ying be arrested? ”

"Who the hell is it?" Pu Shoucheng looked at the old man leaning there, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, and lowered his voice. "Those Han people?"

"Pu Ye has already taken medicine a few times. That medicine! How can I tell him? A bunch of people downstairs were tricked into marching, and Pu Ye was thinking about how to deal with them! ”

"You... That's irresponsible, isn't it? Pu Ye handed Miss into your hands, and you just did.... Feed? Feed! ”

"Alright," Pu Jiacheng said after standing up from the hospital bed, taking a remote control in his hand. Help me to the window. ”

"But Miss Qianying and Young Master Qiju..."

"Life and death are fateful." Pu Jiacheng took a deep breath, as if he wanted to gather his last strength. "Help me to the microphone."

"What the hell does Mr. Dennis mean?" Pu Shoucheng couldn't help but ask after helping him up according to the old man's instructions.

"Have you arranged everything that should be arranged?" Pu Jiacheng did not answer him, but asked. "All of them?"

"I'm all right here." Pu Shoucheng said, looking at the remote control in Pu Jiacheng's hand. "Cai Xiongwen's side, Zhou Wenlong's side. According to them, as soon as you press this remote, everything will kick in. What the hell is this? ”

The old man smiled simply, but did not answer him.

"Well.... Your setup is sure to be fine. Pu Shoucheng said. I don't know what's going on over there. If only I had a little more time.... Do you think you can salvage the current situation? ”

"Nope." The old man said. "I'm not going to save the situation. I'm going to rely on these to solve the current problem. ”

As he spoke, he pinched the sides of the remote control in his hand, but did not move the switch.

Pu Shoucheng kept sending the old man to the window. Cameras, microphones, and other equipment necessary for public speaking have been set up.

The old man stood there, looking down at the crowd in front of him.

"It's like ants, dense; Like a bee, buzzing. After staring at the crowd below for a moment, he commented.

"You're right." Pu Shoucheng was originally a little flustered, but he calmed down at the moment. "Haven't you been treating them as playthings in your hands for years?"

"It's not all my power." The old man said. "This era has given me opportunities."

"You've always been a trendsetter of the times." Pu Shoucheng complimented. "Always. Are you going to start speaking now? ”

"Wait a little longer." The old man said to him. "The time is not yet ripe."

"But a lot of people down there have already run to the gate." Pu Shoucheng said. "If they rush in..."

"They don't dare." Pu Jiacheng said slowly. "The tiger is still there. As long as I haven't shown up, no one will dare to take the lead. You see. ”

The old man said this, pointing to the people who were setting up stalls at the edge of the square. "When you see people like that, do you think they have the courage to rush in?"

"What are you talking about?"

They stood here for a while. The old man stood there straight, his eyes slightly closed, motionless, like a pine. And Pu Shoucheng looked down from time to time, showing an anxious look.

"You go out first." After a while, the old man opened his eyes slightly and said.

Pu Shoucheng moved his lips and wanted to say something. But in the end he just said 'yes' and walked out.

After he left, the old man looked down.

Cheng Zhen was standing there. She didn't say anything, a picture of hesitation, not knowing what to do. Around her, countless people shouted something, roughly the kind of thing that persuaded her to lead everyone into the building and do justice.

Seeing this scene, the old man grinned and laughed.

As time went on, more and more people gathered in the square. But Cheng Zhen always stood there, no matter what the people around her said, she maintained that appearance, unmoved.

After waiting like this for about half an hour, when at least 300,000 people gathered in the square, Cheng Zhen picked up the phone. After that, she took the microphone from the person next to her.

"Pu Jiacheng! Confess your sins! ”

On the high platform, her voice was very loud, and she could hear it clearly from where the old man was standing. The tone, on the other hand, contains a bit of perseverance in gentleness, which sounds very convincing.

"This city belongs to everyone, not yours alone!"

"How many bad things have you done here over the years? How many people have lost their families and wives because of you? ”

"How many people have lost their property because of you? Lost a loved one? Lost your life? ”

"But how long can you, even if you are a dark cloud, shade the sun? Today, when everyone comes to their senses, the sun is out! ”

There was a loud cheer.

After the cheers passed, she continued to speak.

"Today is the day when justice comes, the day you pay for all the sins you have committed in the past!"

When she said this, there was even more cheering in the square.

At this moment, the old man's phone rang.

He opened his eyes slightly, and struggled to pick up the phone. I was going to hang up, but when I saw the caller, I smiled slightly and pressed the answer button.

"Zhang Yongxian, it's really worthy of you." After hearing the other party's words, the old man replied.

"It's okay, I don't want to care about their lives anymore. If you want to kill them, do it. ”

"Of course. ' Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, don't be horses and cattle for your children and grandchildren. I've been pretending to care for them, and I've been deceiving you, right? ”

"Think you won? Watch well, boy. There's still a lot to learn. ”

After saying this, the old man hung up. After that, his face showed a little weakness and exhaustion, and then, he held on to the equipment next to him and gasped softly.

Under the successive blows, setbacks, and losses, this is also normal. Even a gang leader, the kind who used to use a knife to cut people when he was young, can't withstand such repeated attacks at this age.

But he's still insisting... What is the purpose of this insistence?

When Yuan Sen was thinking like this, the old man in front of him had already put away the phone and looked at the square below again.

More people have gathered. Cheng Zhen didn't say anything more. But slogans such as 'democracy will triumph over dictatorship', 'good will triumph over evil', and 'freedom is unstoppable' have begun to rise and fall among the crowd.

"Down with Pu Jiacheng!" Someone shouted.

"Get back what we deserve!" Someone shouted.

"Freedom and justice!" Someone shouted.

The shouts were getting louder and louder, and around the crowd, some people were already starting to approach the building.

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