What are the qualifications?

At this moment, Sharma's expression could no longer be maintained, and his eyes widened uncontrollably like a flounder that had just been pulled out of the water.

This is the City of Hope, their City of Hope!

How can a superpower who has never been registered, who has been eating and drinking for free from the beginning and has not dedicated his abilities to them, be qualified to say such things?

Sharma's lips moved, and the man opposite him easily read what he wanted to say:

"You've got guts!"

Well, you want to award yourself an honor? Then come on!

Let millions of people see his arrogance and let everyone know how arrogant this savior is.

Sharma had already put down his hand. He was determined that no matter how rampant the man in front of him was, he would not be angry anymore.

It made no difference whether what he had just done was a genuine attempt to resist or just to gain more bargaining chips for himself.

Huangmao lost his vote forever.

During the rest of the awarding process, Sharma will remain motionless until the man in front of him realizes his problem.

The person on the other side seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding with him. Seeing that Sharma had returned to normal, the yellow-haired man did not have any extra expression.

He slowly raised the hand holding the medal, turned it over, and then naturally reached towards Sharma's chest.

Reaching towards Sharma’s chest…

Wait! What is he going to do?

This time, Sharma did not start his thinking from the origin of all things. Looking at the back of the medal with patterns on it, he instantly understood the meaning of the yellow-haired man's behavior.

He wants to pin the medal on his chest!

He actually wanted to award himself the medal!

How could he? !

How dare he?!

Even though his sharp mind took over at this moment, Sharma subconsciously raised his right foot and prepared to take a half step back.

He couldn't understand why someone was so rampant. He couldn't accept being awarded an honor by a person of lower status. This would be a lifelong shame for him.

In Sharma's mind, he had retreated again and again, but the opponent was always pressing forward, with no intention of giving him any face.

However, his foot seemed to be blocked by something when he was about to raise it, and then the force gradually increased, pressing his foot, which was originally slightly off the ground, back down.

Sharma suddenly saw the eyes of the man in front of her.

Those were a pair of eyes full of care and sincerity, but at the same time there seemed to be murderous intent flowing in them.

Sharma could no longer tell whether his movements were interrupted by the inexplicable superpowers or he was simply frightened by the other party's murderous intent.

But there was one thing he had already understood when he confirmed that he could not move his body -

He can't hide anymore.

No, don't come over here!

Sharma has realized what the consequences will be when the medal is worn on his body.

He will be the first MP ever to be awarded a knighthood by a person of lower rank, and decades from now today's events will be condensed into a short joke engraved on his urn, which will read:

[The great third generation Sharma, a member of parliament who received civilian honors, his jokes will surely be passed down. ]

What was waiting for him was simply an endless nightmare, but he was unable to mount any effective resistance.

He watched as the pair of nearly perfect male hands gently removed the needle holder from the back of the medal, and then let the sharp needle pierce his coat as if piercing a blood vessel in his chest.

Lin Qingliu inserted the needle holder behind Sharma's lapel, and after a "click" sound, everything was settled.

The heavy pure gold medal was worn on Sharma's chest, even though it did not originally belong to him.

Sharma's face was ashen at this moment. Compared with a real corpse, the only difference between him and this moment was that he still retained some warmth.

But there seemed to be a force that was still driving the corpse. Sharma and the blond man turned around at the same time and looked at the camera in the center below.

The blond man put one hand on Sharma's shoulder and pulled him towards him, and gave a thumbs up with the other hand, as if to affirm his achievement.

As for Sharma, only the last bit of instinct was left to support his body from falling down.

As for the corners of his mouth, they were faintly bent upwards, as if controlled by some invisible force.

From this moment on, the image of the blond man was completely tied to the cadres who distributed poverty alleviation materials. As for who was the target of poverty alleviation, it was naturally the guy next to him. Look, his face was pale from hunger.

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

In the center of the front row of seats in the auditorium, amid the sound of countless shutter clicks, several congressmen were constantly tapping the emergency stop buttons on their chairs.

As long as you press this button, the current live broadcast will stop.

Anyway, so much infrastructure in Hope City is often damaged, so a little mistake during the live broadcast is no big deal.

As long as this damn live broadcast is stopped, the twenty or so super-powered people around will be able to rush forward, force that guy away, and take Sharma back.

As for those spectators, one agreement can shut them up.

Even though Sharma and I belong to different factions, as MPs, our positions are always similar.

Thinking of this, more and more congressmen began to press the flashing red emergency stop button, which was connected to all live broadcast terminals, but unexpectedly it had no effect.

Nearly a thousand people in the auditorium watched this scene and fell into a strange silence.

In fact, they really wanted to cheer, after all, such a big event doesn't happen every day.

But at this time, none of them dared to be the leader. They knew with their knees that if such a thing was done, the whole family without three generations would never be able to live a stable life in the inner city.

Moreover, everyone has a question in their mind——

Why did he dare to do this?

If awarding oneself an honor on such an occasion is a matter of pride and a display of bravery, then doing the same to a congressman is simply courting death.

Why on earth would that guy dare to do this?

As if he heard everyone's thoughts, the golden-haired man took back Sharma's hand.

After he withdrew his strength, Sharma almost staggered, as if the pure gold medal on his chest weighed more than ten kilograms, bending his proud penguin-like spine.

The man took a step forward, and the searchlight above him followed suit and shone on him.

Without the aid of any amplification equipment, the man spoke in a loud voice:

“It is my first time meeting you all. Please allow me to introduce myself:

"My name is 'Arthur', and I am currently serving as the Hope Council, the highest authority in Hope City...

"speaker."