This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

He looked at Ron with hostility in his eyes, but coaxed gently in his mouth:

"Okay, okay little Nightingale, uncle still has things to do here, let's not chat for now."

Nightingale snorted and said:

"Do you think I will believe you? Forget it, let you go! I'm going to be busy too. I have to think carefully about Mr. Ron's draft and interview!"

"His past, his experience, and whether he has a girlfriend..."

At the end, Nightingale's tone was full of curiosity, she looked like a star fanatic, and even the phone bug vividly turned her eyes into stars.

The phone bug communication hung up.

A gust of wind blew by, whirring and rolling up the fallen leaves.

Ron suddenly felt a little cold in his body and was restless. He took a sip from his teacup carefully.

Suddenly a strange bird face appeared in front of his eyes, the bird's beak almost touched Ron's nose, and the upside-down pupils stared at Ron vigilantly with a meaningful interrogation look.

Ron's eyelids twitched.

"Mr. Ron..."

Morgans said expressionlessly:

"Nightingale's mother is my younger sister. Her parents died of illness a few years ago. I love her as my own daughter."

Ron swallowed with a grunt.

Morgans then said lightly:

"It's easy for little girls to feel admiration for so-called heroes, especially young men who save their lives."

"At her age, she has read a lot of epic novels, so it's easy to have all kinds of weird ideas."

"But...as her uncle, I have to protect her well."

"do you understand?"

Ron nodded and said:

"I express my understanding."

But I couldn't help but complain in my heart, what does this have to do with me.

Morgans looked at Ron quietly, then grinned suddenly, raised his hand and patted Ron on the shoulder, then sat back, his demeanor became elegant again, as if the scene just now had never happened.

"Then... everything is ready, Mr. Ron."

He slowly took a sip from his teacup and said with a smile:

"As I said, I will serve you wholeheartedly."

"Don't worry about anything else, this is not just repaying your favor, it's history."

Ron wondered, "History?"

Morgans nodded, his faint yellow pupils shone with a faint light, and his expression gradually became fanatical.

He put down the teacup, and spread his two white wings.

"Yes, history!"

"The so-called news is actually a part of history!"

"And as a journalist, I just record all major events as they are."

"But unlike the so-called post-event interviews in the past, this time... I am witnessing history!"

He laughed loudly, and the sharp laughter shook the leaves of the sycamore tree.

"Go get ready, Mr. Ron."

He pointed to the villa behind him, winked at Ron and said:

"In front of an audience, in a historic moment, you have to be handsome, don't you?"

Ron said softly: "Trouble, Mr. Morgans."

He immediately put down the teacup, stood up from the chair, and walked towards the villa.

In front of the door of the villa, a middle-aged man in a black butler uniform was already standing there waiting.

At this moment, Morgans' voice came faintly from behind:

"By the way, Mr. Ron, I almost forgot..."

"The answer to that question..."

"--'why?'"

Ron stopped in his tracks.

He didn't look back, just stood in front of the villa in silence for a moment, and then a gentle smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His voice slowly echoed in the wind full of fallen leaves.

"One island after another is about to be slaughtered. It may or may not be my responsibility. No one can tell."

"When I don't know, I can naturally lie to myself that I don't have any responsibility."

"But now I know that if I continue to remain silent, I will be guilty."

Morgans was taken aback when he heard the words. He looked at the thin figure standing among the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree fluttering in the sky, thought for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Silence, at least you can live, can't you?"

Ron turned his head and smiled, looking meaningfully at the world's number one news tycoon.

"Life in silence is no different from death."

"You should be very clear about this, aren't you? President Morgans."

After speaking, he walked straight into the villa.

Morgans froze in place.

After the tea cooled down, a sentimental smile slowly appeared on his eccentric bird face.

"I don't need you to teach me how to be a journalist... What an annoying brat."

He cursed with a smile.

Immediately, as if he remembered something, he dialed the phone bug again.

"Blublu..."

The phone bug is connected.

After a moment of silence, Morgans smiled and said to the phone:

"Little Nightingale...an hour later, take my voucher and the video phone bug, and go to the Marshal's Mansion to find the Marshal of the Warring States Period."

"The naval headquarters is under martial law, and all communications have been interrupted."

"What's the matter? You'll know when the time comes."

"Uncle understands that you have grown up. Uncle didn't deliberately hide it from you. This time is different. The incident must be kept secret."

"Anyway, you'll find out in time."

"This time... it's big news!"

"All right."

"Okay, uncle allows you to interview Ron."

—if he survived.

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I ask for all support, I will soon enter the climax of the second volume!

Chapter 144 New Era

Chambord Islands.

Area 13.

The afterglow of the setting sun burned the sky like a flame, coating the whole world with a dull crimson red.

A decadent figure walked on the street, his wrinkled hands were stained with oil, a bucket in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other, walking slowly under the setting sun.

He was wearing linen shorts, showing messy leg hair, flip-flops, a crumpled white shirt on his upper body, and long silver-white hair. He looked like an ordinary old man.

"Old Lei...is off work?"

"How's business today?"

"Hahaha, do you still need to ask? Old Lei is already drunk!"

"The money is all used to buy wine, Miss Xia Qi will be scolding when I go back."

"..."

Facing the good-natured teasing from the neighbors, the coater named Lao Lei smiled freely and joked with them indifferently.

"Old Lei, are you free tonight?"

"I have brewed some good wine at home, and my dead ghost is not here tonight."

The more enthusiastic aunt laughed and joked with him, winking at him frequently.

Lao Lei just smiled and didn't respond.

Although he looks dusty and sloppy, it has to be said that Coated Lao Lei does have a unique charm.

Like a pot of fine wine that has been dusty for many years, the older it is, the more attractive it is.

All the way to deal with the overly enthusiastic wives, Lao Lei returned home with a smile.

The so-called "home" is actually a bar.