Eunuchs, Assemble!

The two lines of writing that appeared on the outer wall of the Wall Street Stock Exchange ignited all of America.

Who did this?

Who did he want to settle the score with in a fight to the death?

And why was it in Chinese?

Countless academically challenged Americans kept asking online: What do these two sentences mean? Can someone translate them?

"It means that three days from now, the person who wrote this will fight someone on the roof of the White House, in a duel like an ancient Greek arena."

"What the hell is ancient Greece?"

"Ancient Greece isn't a thing. It was a country in history."

"Oh, I'm not interested in history."

"Is the guy upstairs an idiot? What matters more now is the location of the final battle. That's the White House!"

"Oh, right. We need to get there early and grab a good spot."

"Remember to bring a tent. Last time, my girlfriend and I didn't bring one, and the police took us away for obstructing the city's appearance."

"Professional sales of tents, protest flags, slogan uniforms, customizable designs and patterns in the Washington D.C. area. Limited quantities available, first come, first served."

"I've already bought my ticket to Washington D.C. I hope they don't stand us up, or I'll beat their asses!"

"You idiot, with what?"

The internet was filled with joy, as if everyone were about to set off on a summer trip.

Most people did not care who was about to fight to the death. They only hoped neither side would break the appointment, so they could take part in the carnival.

America's upper echelon, however, felt deeply insulted. No one had ever dared humiliate them like this.

"Investigate! Find out exactly who this person is!"

Thus, the CIA, the Special Warning Bureau, the New York police, and even S.H.I.E.L.D. received orders to investigate.

Nick Fury—or rather, everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.—ignored the fact that the organization now belonged to the World Security Council and still clung to the tradition of the "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

Whose homeland that "homeland" referred to was obvious enough.

Even Hydra, hiding within S.H.I.E.L.D., did not want to see America's prestige damaged, because they already regarded America as their private property. Once Project Insight was complete, America—even the entire world—would be theirs.

"Director, the surveillance cameras didn't catch anyone. After slowing down the footage, all we can see is a blurry streak of red." Coulson was busy gathering intelligence. This was an attack on the America he loved, and he absolutely could not tolerate it.

"The street cameras have low resolution. They can't capture high-speed targets."

"However, this situation resembles one person." Coulson's gaze sharpened. "Adam Smith."

Nick Fury pondered for a moment, then decisively gave the order. "Phil, take a team and find him. He may not have written those two lines, but they definitely have something to do with him."

Then he added, "I'll contact Pierce."

Since the director was willing to take responsibility, Coulson had no further objections. Even if the director did not step in, Coulson himself would have gone.

Because Coulson had long vowed to protect the America he loved.

Others might have been shocked or suspicious upon seeing the two lines on the Wall Street Stock Exchange, but the eunuchs personally created by A Zhen were awakened by the second line, which served as the signature.

They had only seen those words on the black videotape. They had never appeared online before.

After seeing the news, Adam Smith's face darkened.

He knew the person who had written those two lines was coming for him, because the Stock Exchange was where he had first made his appearance.

"Adam, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents will be arriving soon, but don't worry. They're only..." Alexander Pierce was explaining over the phone.

"It was me!" Adam cut him off coldly.

"But weren't you at the hotel with a woman last night..." Pierce asked in confusion.

Adam Smith did not mind letting Hydra know his location. If he wanted to leave, no one could stop him anyway.

Wasn't it nice to have someone waiting on him anytime, anywhere, and cleaning up afterward?

"He's issuing a challenge to me!" Adam Smith smiled first, then said proudly, "I accept this challenge. I'll prove before the whole world that I'm the strongest!"

Come on. Let Lord Dongfang see who his only true follower is!

Alexander Pierce fell silent. Although the person who had written those two lines on the Stock Exchange wall and shaken all of America was not Adam Smith, Adam's current attitude clearly showed that he intended to accept the appointment.

That was the White House!

Pierce felt a headache coming on. How was he supposed to smooth this over?

However, he was a professional politician after all, and he quickly came up with a way to turn trash into treasure.

"Fine. I'll immediately begin publicizing that you intend to step forward and stop this madman."

"Whatever." Adam Smith did not care. He would definitely keep the appointment and fight. How the media spun it was none of his business.

Thus, Americans quickly learned that the Red Swordsman would step forward to stop a thug provoking federal authority, and his number of fans soared.

Of course, there were also some slow-witted people cursing online.

"Fuck off! We want to see blood flowing!"

"You goddamn sissy, crawl back into your shell! Washington D.C. doesn't need your protection."

"If you dare come to Washington D.C., I'll piss all over you!"

"A bunch of idiots. Don't you think this challenge letter was addressed to him?"

The Red Swordsman joining in further fueled the wave of public opinion, like pouring oil on a fire. Now, even people in remote areas and those who normally did not follow the news knew about the life-or-death battle about to take place at the White House.

Johnny Tyson, who was driving toward Washington D.C., saw Adam Smith's response and was delighted.

Because when he woke up, there was an extra treasured sword beside him. Only Lord Dongfang possessed such an ability to make things appear and disappear, which meant he had earned the lord's approval.

Sure enough, he was Lord Dongfang's only true follower.

Those other gaudy sluts would all die beneath his sword.

Other than Baldhead Qiang, Chief George of Queens suddenly requested several days off from the department.

After thinking it over, he believed the words carved into the Stock Exchange wall had been deliberately left for him by Adam Smith.

George Stacy did not know that Sadako's videotape had visited many places over the past three months. He thought only he and Adam Smith had been ruthless enough to make the cut.

Now that the other party had deliberately carved words at the place where they had fought, he had clearly discovered George as one of his kind and wanted to eliminate him.

Since that was the case, Chief George had no possibility of backing down. He had cut himself to seek justice for his colleagues.

Even though he had trained in martial arts for only a short time, he would not allow himself to retreat.

The only person he could not stop worrying about was his daughter.

That left Chief George conflicted for two days.

Late at night, just before the appointed time, George finally made up his mind to leave. He kissed his sleeping daughter on the forehead and resolutely headed for the garage.

Who would have thought that the moment he left, Gwen Stacy sprang out of bed? She had not even taken off her clothes.

Gwen carefully climbed into the garage through the window and hid in the trunk while her father was opening the garage door.

"I wonder whether Peter and Ned can think of a way. Maybe I'm the only team member who can go watch the battle in person..." Gwen grinned foolishly at the thought.

Since no names had been specified, Adam Smith and George Stacy were not the only ones who believed it concerned them. Among the eunuchs Sadako had created over the past three months, quite a few also believed the other party was challenging them. They came rushing to Washington D.C. from all across America.

Even Lin Hao had not expected so many eunuchs to respond voluntarily. For a time, the Eunuch Chamber Brigade was bursting with life and vitality.

Seeing this grand spectacle, Lin Hao decided to do his part to ensure that this life-or-death battle proceeded smoothly.

This concerned whether America's Eastern and Western Factories could be successfully established.