I am a hero of the former civilization.

“It’s good that I can hold this transvestite back for a day. Don’t worry, I have plenty of ways to deal with him.” Mebius also peeked out and recognized him as a high-ranking fusion warrior stationed in Melbourne.

There are plenty of ways, but his arrival also means Ryan has to leave. His lips moved, and his snake eyes stared directly at Ryan.

This trip was extremely risky, and even Mebius felt it was impossible to achieve the goal, which made him somewhat regretful.

In the past, I wouldn't have gone to my death with him; I would have stayed far away. But now...

"Forget it, at least don't die. I'm still waiting for you to pay for my clothes."

"How will the compensation be calculated?"

The snake's eyes reflected Ryan, now neither languid nor sharp, but crystal clear, like a pool of autumn water. A few seconds later, the last trace of hesitation disappeared, and Mebius turned his head away, humming a word through his nose.

"You're sentenced to work for me for a hundred years! No haggling allowed!"

His tone was still forceful, but this time Ryan didn't retort. A gentle breeze swept by, causing him to disappear into thin air. Just as Mebius was biting his lip, his expression inscrutable, a reply came from the void.

"Yes, madam."

......

Karius strode quickly through the corridor of the headquarters building. The entire area was tightly sealed off, with armed guards standing everywhere.

Most of the councilors had already arrived, and the first offline meeting of the Fire Moth was held quickly. There was no welcome party, and apart from the atmosphere becoming solemn, everything proceeded quietly.

The lawmakers had no choice but to come; the massive organization had become somewhat out of control, and its value had become immeasurable.

The original Moths were merely mechanisms to combat the Honkai. Some of those standing at the top of the world wanted to take on the responsibility, while others simply saw it as an investment. However, after the Third Herrscher, the organization became increasingly important, showing a tendency to unify humanity in the face of a common enemy.

Even the most incompetent senator now knows that the Fire Moth can protect the lives of their entire family, and that's something they absolutely cannot give up.

Therefore, after the parliamentary communications were interrupted, based on the principle that whoever benefits is suspected, most of them believed that Karius was behind it, and many subsequent events amplified this suspicion.

The turmoil in the holy city, the resistance from the Antarctic sanctuary and the Far East branch, made the moths chasing the flame increasingly uncontrollable, and exposed the hidden dangers in the system.

"Who is really in charge of the Moth Chaser organization? Hiding behind the scenes can't remotely control this massive organization. And now, the organization, which has almost unlimited power, no longer needs these financial backers and politicians."

Karius gave a somber smile. Putting aside Ryan and the Faith faction, this was the most fundamental issue.

Before him, the chief commander's main task was to haggle with big shots and obtain even a hundred million euros in funding. But now, in the name of fighting the Honkai, he can mobilize the power of all mankind at will.

When power has expanded to this extent, why should he share it with others?

But Karius was clear-headed; he could not defy the parliament, because they could elect a new Grand Coordinator at any time and dismiss him with a single order.

Rules cannot prevail; the only recourse is to rely on what exists outside the rules.

For example, him, or them.

Chapter 265 Have you ever witnessed my full power?

With a heavy heart, Karius walked to the elevator entrance and saw his most trusted adjutant standing quietly.

"How's the situation?"

“Most of the councilors have arrived, and the Mirage system has been distributed,” Kalis replied quietly, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips.

"To hide one's head and tail at a time like this is rather petty."

"Their identities are their best cover; these big shots don't want to expose their weaknesses."

Karius nodded. This is normal. Everyone has family and friends, and being threatened would be a real headache.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and Tong Kuo strode in, lowering his voice: "Any good news?"

“Those people should have sent the message back, but the Herrscher is uncontrollable and cannot be guessed using logic. But you should be interested in this report.”

Karius had no time for riddles at a time like this. He picked up the document and glanced at it. His angular face first showed delight, then great confusion.

"Australia? What's he going to Australia for?"

"Perhaps it's to see Dr. Mebius, after all, this trip has been very dangerous for Dr. Ryan."

Danger was certain, and whatever his reasons, coming to New York at this time would make those cowardly bigwigs extremely uneasy.

It's fine to pontificate from behind the scenes, but once you step into the spotlight, who dares to face a human-shaped beast? You only have one life.

"Do you think he'll come? If the council gives the order, I'll have to do everything in my power." The chief of staff was very distressed, but the smile on his lips never stopped.

“We don’t have an arrest warrant. If we take forceful action, we will be committing an injustice. If we take Dr. Mei hostage, it will cause trouble in the research department as well.”

It was more than just a storm; there were even bigger upheavals afterward, involving a whole host of people.

Karius didn't speak, only smiled coldly and his face darkened.

Coincidentally, I wanted them to fall into a place of injustice.

The Fire Chaser Council acted without evidence, which was unjust. Ryan's tyrannical actions and disregard for the greater good in defying the Council made him a traitor.

One is unjust, the other is a traitor; it's obvious who the good guy is. The Fire Chasing Council destroyed its own Great Wall, so even Alicia can't hold him, the executor, accountable.

The script has been written; it's titled "Using a Borrowed Knife to Kill and Waiting for the Oriole to Catch the Cicada Behind."

Ding.

They arrived at the underground administration floor. Karius stepped out of the elevator and saw a group of black-armored warriors standing solemnly at the entrance, each with the double-sword moth emblem on their shoulders.

Directly under the Parliament, the Poisonous Chrysalis Squad is why the members of parliament are rushing to the offline meeting; if this continues, it will soon become the Chief of Staff's private bodyguard.

He nodded slightly as a greeting, then walked towards the giant underground building under my watchful gaze, took the elevator to the fifth floor, where a huge alloy door engraved with a moth chasing a flame was ajar.

It's my turn to perform.

Karius took a deep breath, waved for his chief of staff to wait at the door, and strode in. He saw a circular conference hall that covered several thousand square meters.

The dim lighting made everything in the conference hall appear blurry, except for the huge moth emblem on the front wall, which seemed to be burning, emitting a dim and fiery red light.

With heavy steps, he arrived at the foot of the enormous badge, turned his head, and saw a strange scene reflected in his pupils.

The steps spiral upwards, with few seats on each level. Forty-six tombstones are arranged according to their numbers, each several meters apart, and there is no interaction between them.

The tombstone was actually a disguise of the mirage system; in reality, it was occupied by men and women. This was the first time since the founding of the Fire-Chasing Moth that real people had sat here.

How cautious they are, and even at this point, not everyone has arrived yet?

In the silence and heavy atmosphere, Karius had no choice but to suppress all his emotions, pick up the mallet on the table, and tap it gently.

Snapped.

"Gentlemen, although a few of you have yet to arrive, according to the organization's rules, the meeting can now be convened. I will now begin..."

He paused, then suddenly pressed the communicator button, his face quickly turning serious.

"Yes, I understand. I will report to you all immediately."

Karius pressed his hand on the table, looked up at the silent tombstones, a smile playing on his lips: "I have some not-so-good news that requires your decision—"

"Dr. Ryan has returned to New York to be questioned, as previously notified!"

......

The café was filled with melodious music. Ryan sat by the window, resting his chin on his hand, and smiled as he looked at the office workers on the street.

New York is absolutely the most ordinary city on Earth. Everything is no different from before the Third Collapse. Bond brokers in suits hurry by, holding endless phone calls.

Traffic flowed like a river, and tall buildings stood side by side. Looking southeast, one could even see the rooftop of the headquarters of the Firemoth.

You wouldn't believe it, but I actually came here so openly and naturally.

Ryan took a sip of coffee. Outwardly, he was no different from the elites on the street, and even had an elegance cultivated by a large family.

"Didn't the Moths of Fire issue a call to question? Now that I'm here, do you dare to ask?"

I doubt it is. Otherwise, they wouldn't have issued any interrogation orders in such a secretive manner. Ryan suddenly found it a bit funny. These guys are a bit like keyboard warriors. They attack from behind the screen, but become timid and submissive when they meet in person.

The Firemoth is in a very awkward position. Ryan has come as ordered, but they dare not see him at this time, or even let him near the Firemoth's headquarters. What if Ryan suddenly loses his temper?

Jingle Bell--

The doorbell rang, and Ryan looked up slightly. He saw a familiar face walk in, blond with a flippant expression. It was Coleman.

The other person also saw him, was clearly taken aback for a moment, then gave a wry smile and slowly walked over.

"Waiter, give him a cappuccino."

“Yes, sir.” The girl quickly bowed, secretly glancing at the two men. She thought Ryan and Coleman were very handsome, especially the former, who had an intellectual and elegant air about him, a product of higher education.

Normally, Coleman would have already gone up to ask for the phone number, but he had no interest in that now. He forced himself to sit down, staring at Ryan without knowing what to say.

"Shall we search you and handcuff you?"

"Uh, Dr. Ryan, you must be joking. Who would dare to cuff you?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Major, go ahead and carry out your duties. After you finish this cup of coffee, I'll go with you."

This was frank enough that Coleman looked suspicious and didn't even glance at the coffee that was served; he just licked his lips.

"Stop messing with me. I was sent here to negotiate. Please wait a few more days."

"Wait for those people to leave York? Since an order has been given, it must be carried out. I will tell you everything I know." Ryan took out a document from his pocket and laid it out on the table. "Look at the time, today is the last day."

The major looked down and saw at the end of the document: "Dr. Ryan is ordered to go to the Oversight Headquarters for questioning before November 1st. If he fails to do so, necessary measures will be taken."

BYD has already planned it out, right?

Coleman's face flushed red. This was definitely premeditated, just waiting to turn the tables on him. The central server intrusion was definitely related to him.

I'm so unlucky. I went to Japan and now I'm stuck in this mess. Who the hell wants to negotiate with him?

"Ah, times have changed."

"Major, I don't quite understand what you're saying. Has the Firemoth changed its commander, or has the order issued by the council become invalid?" Ryan glanced up, showing no intention of backing down.

That's a very strong statement. Changing policies so frequently raises the question of what authority they will have left. Originally, this matter was quite simple:

Ryan is arrogant and domineering, so the council manages things according to the rules. The so-called interpellation order is already a lenient approach. Now that he has come, you dare not meet him. Does that mean that within the Moth of Flames, whoever has the bigger fist is right?

But what gives the Fusion Warrior Kou, who is bigger than a fist, the right to be commanded by a group of ordinary people?

Coleman's forehead was beaded with sweat. This Ryan was really going all out; there was no way to get around him. He leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"Doctor, you're putting pressure on them. For personal reasons, I hope you won't be so hasty."

"No, they're forcing me. How can I fight the Honkai if I'm with these insects?"