Lin Guang stared at him blankly.

"Thank you, although I didn't understand what you meant." Linguang said, "Shan Tiantian."

…

Six o'clock in the evening, inner city, Doomsday City Central Banquet Hall.

Under the luxurious light, the red carpet was rolled out all the way, along the jade-white steps at the end of the hall, and extended to the second floor platform.

Various red wines, cakes, steaks and other foods that are extremely luxurious in the ruined world decorate the white tables scattered in the hall. People in formal attire hold up bright gold crystal cups in their hands and chat in low voices.

The banquet has not started yet, and the host of the banquet, the city lord Asa Akto, has not arrived yet.

The dinner invited some people with high status in the inner city, including major commanders, generals, and allies of Doomsday City, such as the Free Alliance, Trial House, Hope City, Antofa City, Yaoguang, and high-level officials of various forces.

——In this case, Su Mingan arrived as the city lord of the "underground city".

Among the forces that everyone kept silent, Su Mingan was the only one who openly resisted. As soon as he stepped into the banquet hall, countless eyes fell on him.

In the 42nd year of Cataclysm, Su Ming'an had attended a similar banquet in the same banquet hall. Su Lin also helped him kill the female city lord of the Ninth City, Herax. The positions of many people, and even the placement of red wine and desserts

, all exactly the same.

But in the 71st year of the Cataclysm, positions were reversed, and he turned out to be the enemy of these people.

He saw the scarlet look in many people's eyes - under the unscrupulous suppression of the counterfeiters, the city-state was like a leaky wooden building, with invaders everywhere.

"..."

Su Mingan walked past the red carpet and blended into the crowd. Next to him was Cheng Luohe, who volunteered to come.

"Sir, the impostor hasn't arrived yet." Cheng Luohe sat down in the booth, scanning the men and women around him with a pair of shining eyes. As a sniper, this was his subconscious action.

"There were many people attending the dinner, and most of them were leaders." Su Mingan said, "They are all acquaintances..."

They are all acquaintances from the past forty years who have shaken hands with him and said they would fight for him.

It’s not that these people don’t know that Akto has a problem, but their ideological dominance and personal desires make them pretend not to think about it and continue to enjoy the shelter they created more than ten years ago.

Who the ruler is and how stupid the ruler is has nothing to do with them. On the contrary, they can make money from this.

Su Ming'an judged that even if he stood up and announced his identity now, many of these blindfolded people would pretend not to hear. They had changed in character, had families and children, and were no longer alone.

He no longer has his original intention of conquering the world.

The brilliance, ugliness and changeability of human nature are vividly displayed in this short forty years of the War of Dawn.

"Da da da."

Suddenly, the banquet hall became quiet.

On the second floor platform, the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor came from the smooth tiles.

The light fell from the dome, trapping the man's slender, white figure. People couldn't help but breathe softly and move their eyes upward, like a dazzling spotlight.

"Damn fake..." Cheng Luohe crushed the wine glass in his hand.

Su Mingan raised his eyelids.

The man stood on the highest step, bathed in the golden light of the banquet hall, looking in the direction of Su Mingan from a distance.
Chapter completed!