Under the dark sky, the hazy Rain Curtain enveloped the street.
Old Man, wearing a long windbreaker, walked under the eaves. He put away his umbrella and shook off the raindrops on it.
Directly opposite the eaves where he stood, the huge screen attached to the building was currently playing the news of Dawn City Mayor Election.
Starting from midnight today, Dawn City started voting for Mayor Election. The most popular candidate at present is the nonpartisan Christos. He has no background and has become the most popular candidate for Dawn City with Medical Reform and other campaign promises.
Looking at the high-spirited man in a suit on TV, Old Man frowned slightly.
Although most of Old Man's colleagues thought that this was just another politician making money through campaigning, Old Man really checked this person's resume and carefully studied the other party's behavior pattern.
If this person becomes the mayor of Dawn City, it will not be a good thing for the consortium.
While Old Man was watching the screen across the street, the door behind him slowly opened, and a young waiter walked out from behind the door and looked at Old Man with a smile.
"Old sir, Mr. Yalide has been waiting for a long time."
"Yeah."
Old Man casually handed the umbrella in his hand to the waiter, walked into the room, and hung his windbreaker and hat on the coat rack nearby.
The whole house was unusually quiet, and the dancing bonfire reflected the empty house.
It wasn't the same tavern as last night, but the bonfire seemed to be the same.
"Mr. Flock, please sit down."
Yalide was wearing a silver silk vest and a white shirt. He took out a bottle of red wine with a simple label from the wine cabinet, opened the cork, and slowly and carefully poured the wine into the decanter.
"Why did you come to me alone?"
Old Man sat calmly on the sofa, looking at Yalide who was holding a decanter.
"Mr. Flock, I said, I am Good Friend of Jamie," Yalide smiled,
"So I learned a lot about you from Jamie. For example, you used to rely on efficient management to turn several Nolanka Group production lines from losses to profits, saving the lifeblood of Nolanka Group. You can be called a Hero-like figure. Now the management system you left behind is still running within Nolanka Group."
"Jamie is indeed an idiot."
Old Man leaned on the sofa and snorted coldly.
Telling an outsider about your family's affairs without scruples can no longer be described as stupid.
"But he is your son after all, isn't he?"
Yalide placed the decanter on the bar and walked over with a smile.
He sat opposite Old Man, "You are still here and can still protect him, but what if one day you are no longer there? Who can protect him? He has been involved in the vortex of power and has enjoyed glory and wealth. Naturally, it is impossible for him to live in seclusion and be an ordinary person..."
He didn't finish what he said, but he knew that Old Man had understood what he meant.
"So you came to me today to tell me this?"
Old Man looked at him calmly.
He was not angry, nor did he leave in a hurry, but looked at Yalide quietly.
Like an old but still strong fox looking at an active but weak young fox.
"It seems that you have guessed my purpose, so I will tell you straight away," Yalide smiled, and he also leaned on the sofa,
"I don't know, Mr. Flock, what do you think of the identity of Nolanka Group Chairman of the Board? Only with extreme power can you protect your family."
"Sorry, I'm not interested."
Hearing Yalide's words, Old Man shook his head and stood up slowly.
Yalide knew that the old fox in front of him was not easy to fool. He slowly stood up and pressed a switch on Bracelet.
A heavy door opened from the bookshelf on the side, revealing a deep, downward staircase.
" Mr. Flock, are you interested in following me in to see some "small toys"?"
Yalide squinted his eyes and looked at Old Man.
"I'm not interested in what you stole from the armory."
Old Man shook his head and turned to leave.
"Perhaps there is something else that interests you?"
Yalide smiled.
The old thing was spinning around without taking a single step.
"Oh."
Old Man stared at Yalide.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Both of them are foxes, so they can naturally understand what the other person means.
Yalide led Old Man down the stairs step by step. After passing through a deep and dark corridor, the two came to a spacious and bright basement.
People wearing uniforms without emblems were busy loading some small weapons and equipment.
"This building has actually been bought by us," Yalide said calmly. "We have opened up the inside of the building. When the time is right, these weapons and equipment can be raised directly from the ground to the top."
"So are you going to use these things to attack City Defense Army's special team?"
Old Man asked calmly.
This sentence points out two problems with Yalide.
First, these weapons are not strong enough, and it is almost impossible to break through the defense of the City Defense Army special team.
Second, and a deeper problem, Yalide hinted last night that City Defense Army would not care, but today City Defense Army sealed off the entire city and sent people to protect He Ao. City Defense Army did not fall in favor of them or choose to ignore it, but instead placed bets on both sides and played a balancing act.
This is equivalent to questioning the ability of Yalide.
This kind of doubt is the most serious, which is why Old Man did not directly agree to cooperate with Yalide.
Yalide did not show its due value.
"These things alone are not enough."
Yalide smiled softly and led Old Man to the end of the basement, in front of a huge metal door.
Yalide Biometric identification opens the door.
As the door slowly opened to both sides, a huge steel frame shaft appeared in the sight of the two.
And in the middle of this shaft, stood a huge mechanical creation.
"This is it?"
Old Man opened his mouth slightly and stared blankly at this mechanical creation.
"If Vian dies in its hands," Yalide looked at Old Man, "Mr. Flock, do you think City Defense Army still has a choice?"
"Why are you so determined to kill Vian?"
Old Man was silent for a moment and asked softly.
"Mr. Flock, what Vian is doing now, and what he may do in the future, is not only related to Nold Corporation and the Nolanka Consortium, but also to all Federation consortiums, and to the fate of the entire Federation,"
The huge and beautiful mechanical creation was reflected in the depths of Yalide's pupils, looking unusually cold. "Any fire starts from a tiny spark, so we must extinguish all the sparks. No matter what, Vian must die. His status is too special. If he lives, he will always affect other people and affect the stability of the entire Federation Order."
"This is not my opinion," Yalide turned to look at Old Man beside him, "I am just an executor. What I just said was told to me by the group Chairman of the Board."
"That Mr. Pierpont?" Old Man paused and looked at the huge mechanical creation. "It seems that you have been planning for a long time, but this thing obviously cannot break the defense of the special team before City Defense Army's reinforcements arrive."
"Yes," Yalide also sighed, and then smiled, "But City Defense Army can only protect Vian's house, but will not always protect Vian."
"Vian would not be stupid enough to leave his villa."
Old Man said calmly.
"But what if he has to go out?" Yalide looked away from the steel shaft,
"Mr. Flock, the Kyle who killed Vian's parents has arrived at Kaya City, and the place where Kaya City caused great commotion recently "Chaos" happens to be the "adopted son" of Kyle, so do you think Chaos chose this time to come to Kaya City unintentionally? What if he did something?
Mr. Flock, do you think Vian will let the murderer of his parents go free?
Although I don't know how he survived the explosion, but lady luck never favors the same lucky man twice. "
Yalide's eyes were fixed on Old Man's face, and a cold smile gradually formed on the corner of his mouth.
"This is a Dead End Game, Mr. Flock, Vian has no choice."