Ark, they don't revolve around you

"You gave up the best option..."

He sighed softly and waved his hand as if brushing away the dust on a piece of white paper.

——Thunder roars!

The devil was enraged and in the blink of an eye he crushed the palace made of glass and concrete.

Under the astonished or horrified gazes of countless people, the entire building disappeared without a trace, wiped out out of thin air!

"That's... the Demon King." The whisper was trembling, and Grand Knight Ioletta Russell turned his head and looked at Margaret, "If he hadn't forbidden me to surrender, I would have surrendered immediately, right?"

Lin Guang said nothing, just stared at the images taken by the drone.

In that scene, Zhuang Ning seemed to sense something and twisted his neck slightly.

He smiled and moved his lips, but no sound came out, but Margaret knew what he was saying.

"You're looking at me, Margaret."

"Good morning, Knight of Glory."

PS: This chapter has relatively few words, and it took me some time to revise the previous text.

Chapter 9: The Fall of the No-Hero Alliance

There was a flickering gaze, cast into the distance.

Those were not a pair of special eyes, but rather mediocre to the extreme, reminiscent of a corporate slave with smooth edges.

The owner of the eyes also seemed to be everywhere, wearing a suit, carrying a heavy suitcase, looking idle.

At this moment, he followed the crowd and watched the thunder that destroyed the building.

No one noticed that his brows were slightly furrowed, and the heavy box containing something clanged.

“Black iron.”

A voice sounded, "Can we kill him?"

Noisy messages came from the headphones. The man who was hidden in the world paused, and a hint of mockery appeared on his originally mediocre face.

“Have you ever seen an ant kill an elephant?”

"But you are not ants, Dark Iron Throne, even powerful knights will be afraid of you."

"Flattery is nice, but I have no reason to attack him," the man said calmly.

"Sometimes, this world doesn't give you and me too many choices, Lord Xuantie, I know that you have always wanted to separate the Wuzhou Alliance from the Commercial Federation, and you almost succeeded." The voice in the headset became increasingly low, mixed with threats.

The man frowned, and his thin mouth slowly opened:

"As long as I kill that demon king...?"

"Yes."

"Are you mentally ill?"

"Of course the Wu Zhou Alliance did a good job, but everyone has weaknesses, even killers like the Wu Zhou Alliance."

"Master Xuantie, we have been unable to track you down until now. You seem to blend into the shadows of the night, not letting anyone see your faces." The man's sneer in the headset became more and more intense. "The No-Head Alliance, the Knight Killer, the running dog of the Commercial Federation... everyone in the world says so."

"But in fact, we know that the No-Head Alliance is just an ally, an alliance that is not peaceful, but united because of common interests."

"We provide funds and supplies to the No-Armor Alliance, and the No-Armor Alliance hunts down enemies for us."

"I can't understand. Lord Xuantie... you are already in a high position and hold power. Your power is not only in Casimir, you even have pawns in the Commercial Federation... why are you willing to be a mere employee and listen to your boss' orders?"

The man, who was originally full of fatigue, had a suddenly cold look in his eyes, and the veins in his hands holding the suitcase were tense.

It is amazing enough that a seemingly weak office worker can have such iron-hard muscles.

But what was even more terrifying was those eyes, those deep blue pupils were filled with vicious murderous intent.

"What are you guys standing there for?!"

came a voice behind him.

The fat boss, even though he witnessed the demon king's thunderous rage, still tried his best to be arrogant and angrily scolded his subordinates who were almost scared silly:

"Everyone, get to work! Today is not a day off! Don't think that you can rest just because the devil invades... Damn it, security guards, let them get to work!"

Before he could finish his words, he was lifted up by a strong arm.

The hand that had hunted countless prey clamped the boss's neck.

Xuan Tie's voice was no longer timid, but became as deep as a devil: "How did you find out my identity?"

The boss was still struggling, but Xuantie was obviously not asking about his boss.

"You should know that I am not a spokesperson, but the owner of Rose Newspapers."

"Heh... I know that Rose Press has 172 newspapers under its umbrella and almost monopolizes Casimir's voice." Xuan Tie looked at his boss who was struggling in his hands with more interest.

He stopped pretending and came clean.

"To be in my position, I must know the importance of intelligence... I have been digging into the Wu Zhou Alliance, just like the Wu Zhou Alliance is coveting me."

The man who now occupies a dominant position in the Business Federation said coldly, "Master Xuantie, do you want to do it or not?"

"We can't kill him."

"To do it, or not to do it?"

“You are making a fearless struggle.”

"To do it, or not to do it?"

With a click, the sound of a neck breaking was heard.

The boss was completely dead, and the man threw him away like trash, suppressing his anger and saying, "Are you a repeater?"

There was silence on the other end of the headset for a few seconds.

"To do it, or not to do it?"

"Of course we do. Isn't the original intention of the Wuzhou Alliance to resist power?" Xuantie sighed.

When he came to his senses, he realized that everyone was looking at him in shock.

I didn't expect that the man I lived with day and night would suddenly become a different person, cruel and bloody. He didn't look like a horse, but more like a... griffin!

"Devil, this is a big order."

"After this is accomplished, the Commercial Union will be governed by you and me, and we will eliminate the knights who are in the way."

"As expected of a big capitalist, you are the best at making big promises." The man laughed hoarsely, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me the plan."

A rustling voice came from the earphones: "The Demon King is powerful, but he also has weaknesses."

"Master Xuantie, lead your Wuzhou League to attack again, even if the whole army is wiped out."

"It's all worth it to hunt the Demon King."

That was all I had to say, the communication was cut off.

One of the three Black Irons of Casimir's Helmetless Alliance laughed softly, watching his colleagues screaming and running around him.

As if helpless, he made the gesture of drawing the bow and stringing it.

In an instant, heads exploded, as if nailed to death by invisible arrows.

Standing in a pool of blood, the man hummed a song with helplessness: "Come to life."

"The mission is... to hunt down the demon king."

"This mission may involve all members of the Wuzhang League, but who made us so unlucky?"

……

……

Zhuang Ning closed his eyes and sat quietly, as if waiting for something.

About ten minutes had passed since we moved to the Pinmeshko Building.

During this time, he simply waved his hand and cremated the corpses of the knights he had killed with his own hands, scattering them on the streets.

There were tiny footsteps behind me.

Zhuang Ning turned around, saw the person coming, and smiled slightly: "Markowitz?"

"Doctor... you should still allow me to call you that, right?"

The Kuranta man, dressed in a neat uniform and with his back straight, smiled bitterly.

Markowitz.

He was someone that Zhuang Ning rarely considered a friend, and he was also the spokesperson for the Chamber of Commerce.

In general, everyone agrees that the business union has eroded Casimir's core.

But these high-ranking rulers never show up in public and live behind the scenes.

The person who delivers their instructions, the red glove and scapegoat of the ruler, is the spokesperson.

Markowitz is special in this issue. He is unwilling to let himself be corrupted by power and sticks to his stupid principles.

Because of this adherence to principles, Markowitz was able to become the doctor's friend, and he was willing to stop and listen to Markowitz.

"Doctor, you don't seem surprised by my arrival?"

"Not surprisingly, I'm waiting for some people, and you're one of them."

Markovitz was stunned for a moment, then blinked: "I thought you were waiting for a big shot like the Knight of Glory."

"I'm indeed waiting for her to find me, but I'm also waiting for you, or someone else." Zhuang Ning walked over with a relaxed look on his face, as if the man who had just casually burned the corpse to ashes was not him.

Markowitz looked at the man who had taken off his mask and felt a little strange.

"You said you would wait for me, why?"

"Let's reminisce about the past. Just treat it as the last time we meet."

"The last time?" Markowitz was frightened again. All the words in his mind were choked back into his mouth, leaving only surprise.

Zhuang Ning did not explain, but stared at Markowitz quietly, as if observing a sample curiously: "You are very tired."

"How can work not be tiring?"

"But your tiredness is contradictory and painful. You are not even willing to come to see me. Someone must have instructed you to come."

Markovitz was stunned again, and his smile turned even more bitter than before:

"You are still the same doctor."

He pursed his lips, no longer trying to hide his weariness, and said quietly: "The adults from the Business Federation asked me to come to you. Since you and I know each other, I hope you can spare their lives."

"Ah."

"They were very sincere and said that since you can take over the Victorian Parliament, you should also accept their loyalty."

"Ah."

"Doctor, you really have become a big shot. Even your words are as frugal as theirs." Markowitz sighed.

"It's not that I'm stingy with words, I just don't want to pay attention." Zhuang Ning curled his lips, "The person I want to see is you, not them. What they say to me has nothing to do with me."

Markowitz laughed. “Yes.”

"Markowitz, don't you have anything to say to me?" Zhuang Ning smiled slightly.

"I am just a nobody, and I met you, Doctor, by chance. There is not much communication between you and me."

"Is that so?" Zhuang Ning recalled and said sincerely, "But when I came back to Casimir, there were not many people I could remember. There were only a few, and you were one of them."

Markowitz was stunned: "Why?"

He recalled what happened back then.

Indeed, the Chamber of Commerce sent him to negotiate and communicate with Rhodes Island, and the two of them did have a good impression of each other.

But now things are completely different.

In the past, Rhodes Island was just a small business. Although it had a mysterious background and hid a lot of things, Casimir never lacked companies that hid things.