It's already deep at night.

The coffee has become cold, just like a human heart.

Muhammad was still sitting in the conference room, staring blankly at the empty room.

What happened during the day is still vivid in my mind.

He clearly remembered that when Zilin returned to this room, he was in a leisurely state... the boy came back without any injuries, and sat down and drank a few sips of freshly brewed coffee. Then, Zilin introduced to the members of the tea banquet in a casual tone to the three guards who had just been "recruited" by him.

At that moment, the eight people at the tea banquet deeply felt what despair was.

At that moment, Muhammad also understood that the purpose of Zilin and Clauze coming here today was never to physically harm or eliminate the "tea banquet", but to destroy the will of the "tea banquet".

They did it.

After drinking a cup of coffee, Zilin and Crowze left.

Then, the guards left.

Then, the eight people at the conference table also stood up one after another, one by one... and walked out without saying a word.

Finally, even Mao Feng, who was Muhammad's confidant, left.

When they left, they didn't speak or even had eye contact, but everyone seemed to be thinking.

When he was finally left alone in the conference room, Muhammad understood that the "tea banquet" was over.

Those who walked out of this conference room today will never return here again. As for where they will go in the future, it has nothing to do with the tea banquet.

Of course, Mohammed can also continue to do what he has been doing for the past period of time as the "actual power holder of the federal government", such as mediating with politicians, dealing with the senior federal army, making peace with the rebels, etc.

But he also understood that those were meaningless.

He was like a man playing chess on a chess board that had been convicted of being lost. The fact that he was still alive was a humiliation from Zilin.

He began to slowly realize his misunderstanding of the concept of "tea banquet", his greed for power, and his ridiculous appearance in the game of wizarding power...

He also began to understand that everything that the Counter-Cross did was just a helping force to accelerate the formation of the tide of this era. It was the Federation itself that spent more than a hundred years... slowly boiling public opinion.

With his own scheming, he cannot change anything, at most he will just delay.

The humiliation of failure is nothing, and losing faith is what Muhammad is unable to face and bear.

Finally, he gave up his will to live and raised his hand...

As a capable person, he can still do it by shattering his brainstem with one blow and letting himself die without pain.

But just when he was about to do it...

scold--

The door to the conference room was opened.

"Ah! Sir, sorry, I don't know you're still here." A middle-aged man in the uniform of a kitchen staff member and pushing a small cart walked into the door, and after seeing Muhammad, he said this.

Seeing this, Muhammad also let go of his hand; after all, he was still a decent person, and he didn't want to create such exaggerated bloody scenes in front of others when he was about to die, leaving a psychological shadow on others.

"It's okay." Muhammad burst out from his nostrils and continued, "Are you here to clean up the tea set?"

As soon as he said the three words "meeting gift", Jimmy shook his head and waved his hand, as if he wanted to refuse, but Muhammad used a downward gesture to signal the other party to finish his words.

And after he finished speaking, Jimmy was silent.

It took Jimmy a long time to speak again: "Let me do something for you, otherwise I won't get the money."

His tone, and his eyes as he looked at Muhammad, showed that he had also felt something from Muhammad's words and deeds...

"Ha..." Muhammad smiled. This smile was more of a self-deprecating because he didn't expect that he would be sympathized with such a small person. "Then... make a pot of tea for me." He paused for a moment and added, "I want to get a good West Lake Longjing."

"Okay!" Jimmy straightened up and said seriously, "Although I'm not a tea artist, I will work hard to do it!"

He quickly turned around and went out.

And Muhammad just sat there quietly waiting for him, waiting to drink the last cup of tea in his life.

In less than ten minutes, Jimmy came back from the kitchen and presented a pot of freshly soaked Longjing.

"Sir, please use it slowly." Jimmy put a few tea sets on the table one by one and respectfully made a call.

Muhammad washed his cups slowly, poured tea, ordered tea, looked at the tea...sniffed the fragrance and tasted the taste.

When the mouthful of tea entered his throat, he couldn't help but feel... this was the best cup of Longjing he had ever drunk in his life, and even made him a little intoxicated and suddenly realized...

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When he regained consciousness, Muhammad found himself in an unfamiliar room and was fixed on a metal chair that was probably made of net alloy and was specially designed to control the ability.

After his vision was clear, the first thing that caught his eye was a few brick walls, cement floors, and some unsealed pipes exposed to the corners of the ceiling. Through these things and the cold and humid air around, it was basically inferred that this was a basement.

"Haha...Dad!Dad!" A few seconds later, a childish voice that had not yet escaped came into his ears.

Muhammad turned his head in the voice and saw that there was a person on the other side of the room.

At this moment, Jimmy was sitting in a chair with her back facing Muhammad, watching TV; the TV should be a family video, in which a little girl who looked only two or three years old was calling her dad in a hunch, and a woman who looked like a girl's mother sat next to the little girl and smiled at the camera.

"You finally woke up." After a few seconds, Jimmy undoubtedly heard the movement of Muhammad awakening, and he said this without looking back.

"You...you dare to drug my tea!" Muhammad almost immediately recalled what happened before he lost consciousness and speculated about the situation he had encountered.

"Yes." Jimmy was not overwhelmed by the other party's momentum at all, but just responded calmly and stood up.

As Jimmy turned around, Muhammad saw clearly: Jimmy was wearing a white vest and jeans, with a plastic apron in front of her, plastic gloves on both hands, a mask hanging on her left ear, and a frog mirror on her forehead.

"I don't dare to do anything," Jimmy continued as she walked towards Muhammad, "In fact, what I really have to do... hasn't started yet."

"You..." Muhammad wanted to guess something, but he soon realized that there was no need to spend his brain at this time, so he just asked, "...Why?"

"Why?" Jimmy repeated these three words, then looked at the ground expressionlessly, silent for a few seconds, and said, "Because your director's 'Iron Curtain Flame' killed my wife and daughter... I lost my relatives, friends, jobs, residences... everything overnight."

Speaking of this, he moved a few more steps and pulled a tool cart from the corner of the room. There were several metal trays on it. In addition to some surgical tools, there were also a few bottles of injections with unknown ingredients, and several utensils that looked like they were needed for carpentry work.

"I originally wanted to commit suicide, just like you wanted to do in the conference room not long ago..." Jimmy said, pulling out a piece of paper from her pants pocket, "But just when I was about to commit suicide, a stranger gave me such a piece of paper..."

While speaking, he unfolded the wrinkled paper in his hand and displayed it in front of Muhammad's eyes.

In this second, the paper showed Muhammad's voice at the moment: "What's going on?"

"Actually, I used to be a well-known chef..." After seeing the other person's expression change, Jimmy took the paper back and continued, "My wife and I run a French restaurant together. Although I am not from a regular college, my skills have also been recognized by many gourmets. The restaurant's business has always been very good, and my daughter Lucy is also very healthy..." Speaking of this, he seemed to be trapped in memories, and his cold eyes suddenly became gentle, and he was sobbing that he couldn't speak for a while.

"Hu..." After a few seconds, after swallowing a bit of salty saliva, Jimmy took a breath and continued, "In short, it took me a lot of effort to get into this Cristo City and get the job now.

"From your 'voice', I have learned a lot of useful knowledge, such as how to subdue a 'capable person' like you, and how to make him suffer the greatest pain while ensuring that he is not dead. Some knowledge is indeed difficult and requires considerable cost to implement, but it is not too difficult for a person who spends all his time and energy on revenge...

"That's it. In that kitchen, I was bullied every day, my salary was maliciously deducted, and I was doing dirty and tiring work that even the helpers wouldn't do, and I worked overtime for free... all of this was just to wait for a chance."

At this point, he paused for a moment. In this moment, a beast-like murderous intent oozed out of his eyes, as if he had swallowed up his last trace of humanity in this moment: "...a chance like this today."

"Don't do this..." Muhammad's cold sweat had already come down. He could accept the painless self-destruction, but he could not accept the present, so he felt unprecedented fear, "With the money I give you, you can have a new life... a better life than before!"

"Hahaha...hahaha..." Jimmy laughed sickly when she heard this.

I don’t know whether behind this laughter is ridicule, madness, or sadness...

Jimmy smiled and walked to the TV, turned off the video of her family, and started playing music.

It was a melody that Muhammad was very familiar to him - the first suite of Bach's a cappella cello in G major.

"No...no! I won't...not...not here! It won't be in the hands of people like you...not possible!" Muhammad also began to feel hysterical in fear. He roared in his hoarse voice, but this did not change his ending.

That night, in a basement in Christo City, a melodious piece of classical music repeatedly cycled.
Chapter completed!