As old congressmen whose physical strength is similar to that of ordinary people, or even weaker than that of ordinary people, Matthew and others also understand one thing in their hearts.
For powerful people like them, their authority is only effective within ten steps and a thousand miles.
Although it goes without saying whether the radius of Hope City is a thousand miles, Arthur in front of him is indeed within ten steps of him.
Arthur looked into those cloudy eyes, as if asking—
Is your attitude correct?
"I'll try. I'll try my best."
Matthew spoke in a low voice, maintaining an expressionless face, fearing that his timidity would be seen by millions of viewers.
His long-atrophied muscles tensed and strained once again, as if he was completing the last dance of his life.
It was a pity that those dead tissues seemed to have lost the strength to sprout new branches, and the muscles had already died completely. Matthew couldn't stand up at all, and his arms and legs could only tremble slightly like the flapping of butterfly wings.
His pale and old face flushed slightly with shame, and in a trance he seemed to hear a sigh from above.
“It’s good to have this intention.”
Arthur said sincerely.
Matthew felt relieved immediately after hearing this - as long as he had this intention, didn't it mean that his performance had satisfied the other party?
As I was about to relax my arms and legs so that I could fall back into the chair, I felt a pair of invisible hands holding me up in place.
Moreover, the force seemed to be intended to torture him. It did not support his back and waist which were easily stressed, but instead firmly grasped his already fragile arms.
“Ah, ah…”
Matthew suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation all over his body. The pain was as if he was placed on a floor covered with fiberglass. It was painful and itchy at the same time.
The invisible big hands pulled him up from the modified chair little by little, allowing some infusion tubes that had been buried under the skin for a long time to be dragged out directly, making a slight "pop" sound.
A look of pain appeared on his face, but he resisted the urge to scream.
The two or three super-powered people belonging to Matthew who were sitting in the back row had already noticed something, but they were in front of everyone and had not received any orders from the congressman, so after thinking it over, they did not take any action.
Matthew was hung up like a puppet, then he was trembling as the medal was put on him, and finally his body was folded forward in a standard manner.
The moment he turned his head to face the camera, everyone saw his old face.
At this moment, the hood, the darkness, and the taboo that was forbidden to be mentioned all became a joke.
Finally, after being tortured, Matthew felt that the hands had finally let him go. He sat down in the middle of his chair all of a sudden. It didn't feel like falling into a soft chair, but rather like being thrown into hell.
At this moment, the young parliamentarians from the inheritance faction sitting on Matthew's right were completely dumbfounded. They thought that their just-experienced experience was shameful enough (except for the bell and tripod), but they did not expect that the old guy was facing an even greater humiliation.
Although the Speaker's behavior can only be considered as treating everyone equally, this approach of completely disregarding the actual situation still makes the young lawmakers shudder.
They went through their memories and the instructions of the previous congressman, but could not find the congressman called Arthur. Looking at the expressions of those old guys, they did not seem to think that such a person really existed.
So, who is he? Or, how big of a grudge does this guy have against the old guys to be able to do such a thing?
To Matthew's left, the expressions of the remaining four elderly councillors had already changed when he was ordered to stand up.
Even Hines, who has taken the best care of himself, is only less than ten years younger than the others. He looks slightly younger in comparison, but in fact he is still an old man.
So, now it's Matthew's turn. After Matthew's turn, will it be Vaughn and Hines' turn?
Thinking of this, everyone immediately began to adjust their chairs that were integrated with countless medical functions. At least they had to cut off some of the tubes connected to the body first, and then activate the muscle massage function to prevent excessive embarrassment later.
Soon, Matthew's torture ended, and the demon named Arthur descended upon the remaining four weak, pitiful, helpless but very old congressmen.
The invisible sense of oppression made them feel that there really should be such a speaker. Otherwise, they could not imagine why they, who were always so powerful, would be so scared that their bodies were trembling slightly.
But rationally, they knew very well that the guy in front of them was talking nonsense. But they could not care less at this moment, as the demon was already trying to get Vaughn to stand up.
Obviously, with Matthew's previous experience, the attitudes of the remaining congressmen have visibly improved a lot.
With the help of their own muscles, the help of instruments and invisible big hands, they finally completed the three-step process of standing up, receiving honors and bowing.
Because they were well prepared, the remaining four congressmen only felt slightly unwell, with obvious soreness in their muscles that had not been exercised for a long time.
As for Matthew, who was the first to be hit, due to the deterioration of his blood clotting ability, several needle holes on his arms are still bleeding.
This substituted awarding of honor finally ended completely with the suffering of ten people and the enjoyment of one person, and Arthur returned to the stage that belonged to him alone.
At this time, Sharma's chest had completely straightened up, like a piece of bacon that naturally bent due to dehydration.
Arthur returned to the stage and nodded slightly to him. Sharma immediately felt as if he had been pardoned and trotted off the stage back to his seat.
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