Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

He quickly steadied himself, trying to change the doctor's opinion:

"We may have other ways, and I can help you, but not now."

The primary suspect in last night's incident was the infected person. You say we are murdering them, but wasn't what happened to them last night also a form of murder?

If, and I mean if, that power outage caused a car accident…

“Markowitz”.

The doctor interrupted him softly, and said obediently, "I understand. I understand all of this better than anyone else, and I am suffering more than anyone else."

We cannot turn a blind eye to those tragedies simply because we are in a position to help those infected.

This isn't as simple as helping an elderly woman cross the street; the conflicts surrounding Plot Zero are far more complex. But perhaps, we do have other solutions.

"What method?" Markowitz asked instinctively.

He felt a little regretful after asking the question.

Because he didn't know if he was ready to receive that answer.

The doctor noticed his panic and slowly shook his head, choosing not to give that answer:

“Little Pony, difficulties don’t necessarily have to be faced head-on. You just need to remember those three heavy iron arrows. As for the rest, follow your heart. In any case, you are my friend and a friend of Rhodes Island.”

Markowitz understood that the doctor meant for the guest to leave.

He struggled to his feet, only then realizing that his muscles were stiff, as if he had just been through a major battle.

"Doctor, I hope that before things get out of control, we can avoid too many... deaths."

Markowitz forced a bitter smile: "A good ending for a good person is something that needs to be fought for these days."

The doctor remained silent.

Markowitz turned and left.

After Markowitz left, the doctor picked up his teacup and silently walked to the window.

He gazed at the rising sun on the distant horizon, took a small sip, and chuckled softly to himself:

"It's a new day. Good morning, Kazimierz. Are you ready?"

Markowitz felt that his luck seemed to be a bit bad.

After hearing some frightening remarks from the doctor, he returned to his office, and before he could even recover, McKee showed up at the door.

Seeing McGee's condition, Markowitz asked with concern:

"You look a little pale. What happened?"

McKee took a deep breath, made sure to check that the door was closed properly, and then sat down opposite Markowitz.

“Xuan Tie is gone, and all three of them are gone,” McKee said in a deep voice.

Markowitz realized his reaction was a bit too calm, so he quickly coughed lightly to cover it up, sat up straight, and asked in a serious voice:

"There must be something else besides this. Tell me about it?"

McGee ruffled her hair a couple of times, making her carefully styled hair look a little messy:

"Although it was kept secret, several senior executives of the Federation were assassinated during the blackout. The scene was very rushed, and the clues pointed to infected people, but I don't think the infected people have that much ability."

Most of those assassinated were veterans of the Alliance, and they all had a deep understanding of the Unarmored Alliance.

"So... you suspect the Unarmored Alliance has betrayed us?" Markowitz stroked his chin.

McGee was getting a little frantic.

He couldn't understand why Markowitz could remain so calm about something so outrageous.

Markowitz gestured for McGee to calm down.

He didn't think McGee was too impetuous, nor did he think he was too calm.

It's purely because the two of them have experienced such a huge difference in recent days.

If McGee had also experienced the shock of the news of the Black Iron Arrow and the baptism of the Doctor, Markowitz believed that he would be able to calmly deal with everything at this moment.

“Calm down, Mackie.” Markowitz personally poured tea and brought it to Mackie. “I believe you didn’t come here to complain. Is there anything I can help you with?”

McKee held the teacup, his expression somewhat complicated.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already begun to be controlled by Markowitz when facing him.

Is this guy exceptionally talented, or did he secretly learn from someone?

Why is the growth rate so fast?

McKee took a sip of tea, suppressing his surprise and doubt, and said in a deep voice:

"The board of directors is also starting to panic. They've decided not to wait any longer and to take control of Qi Yan's connection."

Markowitz picked up his teacup, took a sip, and chuckled softly:

"I was in charge of Qi Yan before, so why are you relaying this to me this time?"

"Never mind, these things aren't important. I'll naturally try my best to complete the tasks assigned by my superiors. But has Qi Yan really taken the bait?"

McGee was put under increasing pressure by Markowitz's two quick moves, and all the prepared remarks were left stuck in his throat.

He could only manage a couple of dry laughs, nod in agreement, and then slunk away.

After McKee left, Markowitz slowly finished his tea before getting up.

"Today is Qi Yan's match to enter the top eight. The board of directors probably intends to use this opportunity to create momentum for Qi Yan and extend an olive branch."

Markowitz chose a plain white suit, and slowly picked up his terminal to assign tasks for his upcoming trip.

Soon, a special car escorted Markowitz to the National Arena in the Great Knights Territory.

Along with him arrived the hype that had been arranged for Qi Yan before his departure.

A massive influx of media outlets, like a floodgate being opened, frantically reported on how terrifying the White Knight's strength was, how he overpowered the Blood Knight and the Radiant Knight, and how he was definitely a top contender for this year's champion knight.

Even in the betting market for Knights Arena, Qi Yan's odds, which had already plummeted to rock bottom, began to drop again.

This move quickly attracted the attention of a large audience.

"Oh no! Everyone hurry up and buy in! If we're any later, we'll miss out on a lot of money!"

"That's not just making less money, it's clearly losing a lot of money!"

"This trend is too obvious. It must be the Federation that's making a move. Everyone, grab onto this opportunity and make as much money as you can. I've already staked everything on it!"

"It's hilarious! I not only staked all my savings, but I even borrowed money from every single relative and friend I could!"

The enthusiastic audience was in a frenzy, throwing money at Qi Yan's betting odds with all their might, trying to make one last profit before Qi Yan's odds hit rock bottom.

Even Wildmane, who was watching the game, was itching to make a quick buck.

However, she was smart; she made a point of looking at Qi Lin before buying.

Qi Lin's fingers moved rapidly across the terminal, pouring all her money into... the losing bet of the Little White Knight.

Chapter 459 Forbidden Curse!

Noticing Ye Zong's gaze, Qi Lin glanced at her and raised her chin:

"What are you waiting for?"

"Ah...uh, oh oh oh!"

Wildmane reacted in an instant, his eyes widening suddenly, and he immediately threw all his possessions into the betting pool where Little White Knight had lost.

After doing all that, she also adhered to the principle of sharing good fortune and rushed to share the news with Sona and the others.

Just as everyone was getting excited about making a fortune thanks to Wild Mane, Sona walked up to Qi Lin with a chip in her hand.

She handed the chip to Qi Lin:

"You should know what this is. You can take it if you need it."

"What would I do with it?" Qi Lin asked back.

This puzzled Sona somewhat:

"If Qi Yan or Rhodes Island didn't arrange for you to get this, why would you help us?"

Qi Lin put away the terminal and pushed the chip back to Sona:

"Nobody told me I needed this. I'm helping you only because I want to be your friend. Friends should help each other."

Secondly, I also guessed that you stole this item to make a deal with someone. If you trust me, don't rush to find the other party.

Since it's a transaction, there's a difference between you actively contacting the other party and the other party actively contacting you.

"……I see."

Sona held the chip in her palm, without saying any of those nonsensical, sentimental things.

After Qi Lin finished speaking, she focused her attention on the television screen in front of her.

On the screen, Qi Yan, beaming with joy, jogged into the arena amidst the host Da Zui Mo Bu's effusive praise.

In contrast, the knight who was facing off against Qi Yan slowly shuffled into the arena, and even with his helmet on, his reluctance was palpable.

"What's going on? I was already prepared to forfeit, so why is the Knights suddenly insisting that I fight this match?"

The face beneath the Redwood Knight's helmet grimaced in a groan.

Opposite him, Qi Yan was still dressed in casual clothes, holding a staff in his hand, looking neither like a knight nor a warlock.

The Redwood Knight glared at Qi Yan, arrogantly raising his head:

"Little White Knight, I know I am no match for you, but today I still challenge you, for I am the Redwood Knight!"

Knowing he was doomed to defeat, he decided to put on a good show of his noble qualities of not fearing strong enemies and persevering in the fight, all for the purpose of establishing a persona.

Unfortunately, the Redwood Knights' schemes all failed.

All the media cameras were focused on Qi Yan, and the audience was just chanting Qi Yan's knightly title wildly.

The Redwood Knight even had the illusion that, under everyone's watchful eyes, he could secretly eat a mouthful of excrement without anyone noticing.

After greeting the audience around him, Qi Yan waved to Mobu, the big-mouthed host, on the stage and commanded him matter-of-factly:

"Let's begin. I have very important things to do after this match."

Big Mouth Mob: "..."

Although he was unhappy, Mob the Big Mouth was a man of principle who could bend and stretch, and he would never stoop to the level of this guy with powerful background and extraordinary strength.

As Mob announced the start of the match, the Redwood Knights immediately huddled together, closing their eyes and waiting for Qi Yan's little red whip to strike.

But after waiting a while, he felt no pain anywhere on his body, and the Redwood Knight opened his eyes in surprise and doubt.

Opposite him, Qi Yan clasped his hands together, holding his staff between them, and kept muttering incessantly.

"Big brother!" The Redwood Knight was so frightened that his body went limp. "I'm just a piece of trash, so come and whip me instead of chanting, I can't take it!"

Please, come and suck me! My flesh is very firm, it feels amazing to suck!

"Where did this masochist come from?" He ignored the lunatic and continued his prayer, "Eureka, may the Witch King's combo fail miserably and blow himself half to death."

The Witch King: "..."

After praying for Eureka three times, Qi Yan finally stopped praying.

Then, like the most devout religious follower of this land, he raised his staff high and shouted:

"Take this! Forbidden Spell: Eureka's Calamity!"

Red mist surged from the tip of the staff, seemingly endless, instantly enveloping the arena.

Everyone's vision was shrouded in red.

The audience's shouts subconsciously subsided, but soon they were overwhelmed by the momentum of Qi Yan's move and shouted even more enthusiastically.

The Redwood Knight was so frightened that his limbs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, drenched in sweat.

Mob's voice even became a few degrees sharper:

"The little white knight unleashed an unprecedented spell on such a scale. Is he going to destroy this arena?"

The Redwood Knight couldn't possibly survive such a powerful spell; was the White Knight going to kill him?