Chapter 222 Vulnerabilities

The second hour after the meeting.

30 Water Street, New York.

Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog.

Hebrew had specifically asked Evan to choose this most prestigious bar in all of New York. His demeanor and behavior were incredibly arrogant, as if he couldn't wait to die.

His attire was quite bizarre. He was still wearing a double-breasted trench coat, but on his feet were a pair of beach shorts and worn-out flip-flops. He was taking a deep drag on a cigar with one hand, while the other hand was picking his nose in an extremely undignified manner. After enjoying himself, he quickly picked up his wine glass with an air of elegance and took a small sip.

The scene was fucking cringeworthy. Other customers in the store had protested to the manager, but after learning who these people were, they dared not make a sound anymore—damn it, the core board member facade really works. You, Li Lin, really know how to be a dictator; even the ideal state you created is heavily influenced by Eoubs.

"Cough cough..."

Hebrew suddenly had a flash of inspiration and felt that now was a good opportunity to show off.

"I've thought of something very sad, and perhaps your perception of me will change after you know it."

"Actually... I am a child with a tragic childhood."

"I have severe depression."

Evan and Gu Heng exchanged a glance, both understanding that he was having another fit of madness, and that they probably couldn't stop him anyway.

“My mother was very weak when she gave birth to me, five days earlier than her due date, and she was completely unprepared.”

"So she missed the time to make lunch for my father that day and didn't show up until 2 p.m.

"According to my father's description, she always wore a blue square scarf wrapped around her head. At that time, her face was frighteningly pale, and her body leaned noticeably as he walked over because of the weight of the basket."

Evan hissed, feeling that the story sounded so damn familiar, like it was a script Hebrew had downloaded from the internet.

"My father was so hungry he was dizzy. Seeing my mother staggering towards him, he probably sensed her change, but he didn't care about that anymore. He yelled at her as she approached, 'Do you want me to starve to death?!'"

She replied, "No, she just gave birth."

"That's when my father noticed that her belly had shrunk considerably. At that point, she could even bend over, which made her even weaker. Yet, she still smiled and served my father his lunch, whispering to him—"

“When I was born, the scissors were far away, making them inconvenient to pick up. After the baby was born, we had to wash him first, which delayed the time to bring him food. Before we even left the house, he started having contractions, and I knew he was going to give birth. So I grabbed the scissors, but the pain was too much for him to walk over to them…”

"But my father interrupted her impatiently, asking only: Is it a man or a woman?"

The story ends here.

"Um...that's a good story, so what does this have to do with your depression?"

"It doesn't matter."

The Hebrew answer was perfectly reasonable.

"...Then why do you insist on telling this story?"

"It's just to create a persona."

"Aren't you even a little moved, sad?" Hebrew said, feigning a very hurt expression, his face full of sorrow, as if he were about to leave this world at any moment.

Evan rubbed his temples, his fingers trembling as he reached for the wine glass, only to realize he couldn't even manage to hold it properly after several tries. So he took a deep breath, pulled out a pack of cigarettes laced with hallucinogens from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag to calm himself down.

"Um……"

"Fantastic, absolutely fantastic!"

He thought he was immune to this idiot, but it seems he was being a bit blindly confident.

Evan has made up his mind that after dealing with all the rebels, he will definitely ask the board of directors for a ruling to eliminate this idiot first, so as not to affect the morale of all employees of Heaven's Gospel Company.

"Speaking of which, why are the three of us here guarding this point?"

Hebrew is quite adept at jumping between topics; in the blink of an eye, he turned to Gu Heng and asked, "Why isn't your old flame with us?"

"The reason we're here is to set up traps and prepare for battle. In the future I foresee, those rebels will appear in this bar and kidnap those directors who have recently become incredibly popular in the film industry."

"What you all need to do is wait patiently for the rabbit to run into the tree stump."

"As for An Ru Shi, she naturally has an extra task assigned to her. She is currently on her way to the meeting point of another group of people. If nothing unexpected happens, we will receive the information she has gathered in an hour."

The Hebrews were greatly shocked.

He didn't understand a word this fortune-telling bastard was saying.

"Damn, although I don't understand it very well, you seem to be describing it very well."

"Okay, I'm counting on you this time, my good brother."

"With you here... we can wipe them all out without lifting a finger, and then unify the world!"

"Hehehehehehehehe..."

"I can't take it anymore, let's get some glue applied first."

"Someone, can you suck my beef?"

Even Gu Heng was speechless. You're an ace operative, a master who's been granted authority, and you're good-looking, but how come you're a lunatic?

With so many anime and manga works throughout history, do we really have to choose "Sea Tiger" to dominate the world?

You really haven't seen Gurren Lagann?

Later on, he casually tossed the universe into the air and used it as a shuriken, you bastard! It's more than ten times more powerful than your "Sea Tiger".

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