Overturned Tower

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ringo suddenly felt a chill.

The scene that clearly appeared in front of him was so magnificent...a beauty with peerless appearance, the forehead of his handsome and gentle disciple was equal to that of her.

The double beauty complements each other, like the perfect combination of gold and gems, reflecting the brilliance like the morning sun.

But Ringo's spiritual power created a strange illusion at this moment: there seemed to be another consciousness in her body, anxious to the point of jumping, constantly warning her, telling her to escape from here now and immediately.

Without any hesitation, she suppressed this weird illusion.

What followed was a force field that spread out invisibly and without substance like a strong electromagnetic wave - she only felt the skin all over her body being numb, as if the skin was slightly corroded, and there was a slight... An invisible stinging sensation.

He only touched his forehead lightly for two seconds and then politely let go.

When Russell opened his eyes again, he had calmed down.

Perhaps it was because the mentor he believed in and could rely on was right in front of him... Russell's eyes, which were always modest and gentle, were full of aggression for a moment.

——Perhaps that is his essence. Ringo thought.

After all, even the smallest cats are predators... The probability of homicidal impulses in psychic diseases is dozens of times greater than in small canine psychics.

"It's good that you finally came to your senses."

Chairman Sal on the side saw this and smiled happily.

That kind and old face showed a sincere sense of approval and recognition: "Maybe Sally Ruth is right, she did come at the right time."

"That's right, Mr. Sal..."

Russell closed his eyes for a while to adapt, and when he opened his eyes again, he exuded the sense of intimacy that belonged to Sal: "I feel very good now, very free.

"And this feeling is exactly what my mentor brought to me...I praise her and bless her."

Russell's words became gentle and tolerant.

This made Sal couldn't help but open his eyes wide and look at Russell.

Although there was no similarity in race, appearance, or age, the moment he looked at Russell, Sal inexplicably had the illusion that he was looking in the mirror.

"Mirror..."

The old elf thought thoughtfully: "So that's it..."

"I have something to ask for your help with, Mr. Sal."

This is a more affectionate and relatively offensive title than "Chairman Sal".

"Oh? Just say it, Mr. Ultramarine."

But Sal didn't feel offended at all. Instead, he nodded kindly: "You are a distinguished guest, so feel free to mention it. As long as you can help, I will definitely help."

After hearing his words, the senior executives of Sanshin Heavy Industry were secretly frightened.

Only then did they truly realize how much Chairman Sal valued Russell...

If this had come from any of them, it could only be said to be a decent gesture of goodwill. The only meaning is to clearly state one's position and release goodwill... If anyone really takes this promise seriously and asks for help, he will only get politeness or wanton ridicule.

However, elf directors do not need to be so hypocritical. They don't care about favors at all, and they never care about what others think of them, let alone what other people's faces are like. Because they are the highest level of power in this era, and they will always be so in the future - there is really no need to be polite.

Chairman Sal made such an outrageous promise at this moment, which means that Russell really has such weight in his heart.

She was sheltered by two elf directors - you could even say doting on her.

This level of preference cannot be summed up by the word "hero" at all!

At least when Russell was only in Tongshen Island, at this moment, his power and influence could even be compared to that of the short-lived director——

"It's nothing serious."

Russell took a deep breath: "It also has something to do with the work you entrusted to me...

"Let me ask first, what is this banquet... about to celebrate?"

"There is no special purpose," Sal replied gently, "I lent them my villa to hold a social gathering. If it's too late, you can just stay here for the night, it's okay. They will do it every week Having a party like this...if anyone has a birthday, they will come here.

"I'm getting old, so I just like my home to be more lively. The house they built for me is too big, so it's a bit uncomfortable to live in. I might as well let these young people cause trouble..."

"In that case, I want to meet the technical director who was previously in charge of the synthetic human project. And Mr. Dust Gap, who was brought back by Director Tokifat."

"Ah, that's easy."

The smile on Sal's face was almost the same as Russell's, and even the rhythm of his voice was almost the same.

He nodded kindly: "As for the dust gap, you can ask Siren to take you there tomorrow. As for the technical director of the synthetics..."

Chairman Sal said and cast his gaze somewhere in the hall.

Just like when the class teacher looks at a student in the back row of the class, the students in the front row also turn their heads and look in that direction. When Chairman Sal looked over there, almost everyone in the hall cast their gaze over at the same time - even those who blocked the view immediately moved away from the man covered in cold sweat. come out.

As the technical director of the technology department of Shenzhi Heavy Industry Corporation, he also serves as the director or deputy director of a research institute. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, he is already an undoubted big shot... But above him is the technical director of the technical department, and above him there is the director of the technical department, and then the director of the headquarters and the general manager of the headquarters. There is also a board of directors above the general manager...

With his status, being invited to a banquet of this size is already the limit.

Among those looking at him silently at this moment were several of his immediate superiors.

——In fact, it was he who gave the order to send people to test Ultramarine and try to control him and use him as a rubber stamp to take the blame.

But that's not what he had in mind. He doesn't have any plans that can only be completed using Ultramarine as a cover... In other words, the area of ​​controlling the resources and labor market of the entire Sky Island through a decree or a small regulation is simply beyond the reach of him as a head researcher. of.

That was what his boss thought.

The silent gaze at this moment contained a bit of murderous intent.

If they had known earlier that this foreigner actually knew the chairman and had such a close relationship, they would not have dared to plot against Ultramarine even if they were beaten to death - this was a dispensable job in the first place, so they would just invite him to eat and drink him. It's the same as letting the execution department work hard. It won't delay anything at all. The government decree that he was going to pass on his behalf did not have to be done by Ultramarine... it was just "convenient".

The result was that everything happened smoothly.

When he knew that this matter was suddenly taken over by the chairman's secretary, his heart skipped a beat.

Now, that bad premonition has finally come true——

The man didn't dare to stand still and let Ultramarine come over, so he could only walk over quickly with a pale complexion.

As he walked on the road, he felt that his legs were a little weak, and he almost fell to his knees for a moment.

After that, his first reaction was regret.

——Why didn’t I just kneel down and admit my mistake?

Why should I stand up? Why don't I just kneel down in front of Mr. Ultramarine?

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Otter."

Russell glanced at the name tag on the other person's chest and said in a gentle tone: "I have no intention of complaining...

"After the banquet is over, please take me to your place. I think it hasn't been abandoned yet."

As he said this, the fear on Mr. Otter's face became even more intense.

Even his legs couldn't help but tremble.

You said you didn't mean to complain...but isn't this a complaint in itself? !

But as Russell stretched out his hand and carefully arranged Mr. O's tie, the fear in Director O's heart suddenly disappeared. His heart became extremely calm, and he seemed to be able to hear the thumping sound of his own heart in his ears.

Chairman Sal on the side suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Sally Ruth, who stood with her arms crossed, raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Only the two of them clearly realized what happened...

——Unless Mr. Otter realized it, the fear lingering in his heart was "eaten" by Russell the moment the two had physical contact.