Chapter 73 Ordinary Extraordinary People

We are almost certain that that list is in the hands of the murderer who killed their family - the murderer who drove his car into the Mogwen toy store.

We can also imagine that the murderer must be a killer hired by the conservative party.

The Labor Party is having a hard time surviving, Mr. Chen.

They are ordinary workers who not only spend a lot of time but earn a small amount of money to survive.

We must also find ways to ensure the safety of ourselves and our families under the persecution of the conservative parties and scabs.

But now, that list is lost, and they are exposed to the eyes of the Conservative Party and to the scabs everywhere.

In order to get more votes, the Conservative Party and their minions will definitely find ways to interfere with the Labor Party's unity with the workers, and they will use their blood to make the workers fearful.

Mr Chan, the Labor candidates on the list are in great danger.’

Chen Yan felt his head buzzing as he listened to these words.

"Wait a minute."

He interrupted Claude Moon.

"first question."

He looked directly at the ground, Claude Moon's eyes.

"Why are you doing this?"

Claude Moon had already prepared his words and answered him immediately.

'To a certain extent, extraordinary beings are no different from mortals.'

'We also eat hard-toasted black bread every morning and cannot afford lemon tea or black tea with milk.'

'We also returned exhausted after get off work every night to our crowded shared apartment and listened to seven or eight different snores all night long.'

'We work extremely long hours in exchange for such a small mouthful of food. As you Asians often say: The world is panicking just for a few taels of silver.'

"It's panic...who did you learn these slang words from?"

'That's not important! Mr. Chen! The interests of the workers are important!'

Chen Yan was silent for a moment.

He thought of the driver of the last bus of No. 306 bus, the white-skinned and red-necked uncle named Donald.

He had carefully thought about the election, but due to limited vision and information, he could not figure out the outcome.

"Claude Moon."

'Um?'

"Do extraordinary people also need to work?"

'Oh, if you don't work, where will the money to buy flour come from? Is it conjured out of thin air?'

There was resentment in Claude Moon's voice.

'On the other hand, some extraordinary people really don't have to work. They usually own some industries of their own through accumulation over several generations, and can get a steady stream of income through the industry.'

"You... couldn't just rob it? Or for example, couldn't you get into the shadow of a certain bank manager and get a lot of money through that person?"

'Mr. Chen, do you think [the no-fight agreement] is a joke?'

Chen Yan immediately remembered the conversation at Green's clinic.

[If you expose the fact that you are an extraordinary person, you will be removed from the force you belong to and be purged.]

Chen Yan was thoughtful.

"Claude, what do you do?"

'This is a secret, Mr. Chen. The mortal identity of every extraordinary person is their biggest secret.'

Chen Yan frowned and said, "What you said is wrong. What happened to Green? He took the initiative to reveal his identity in front of me."

There was a hint of complexity in Claude Moon's voice.

'That's because you are not an ordinary mortal, Mr. Chen.'

Chen Yan fell silent.

He realized that he had a big misunderstanding about extraordinary beings.

They possess extraordinary power, but due to the "No-Fight Pact", they cannot be superior to the mortal world.

They have their own identity as mortals and live in a vulgar society just like normal mortals.

And because of the constraints of the "No-Fight Pact", in many cases, they are no different from normal mortals.

"Then, second question."

Chen Yan made up his mind to ask thoroughly.

"Aren't you afraid that I will leak such an important thing?"

The answer came immediately.

'You can't, Mr. Chen.'

Chen Yan had never felt such certainty and confidence in Claude Moon's voice.

'A person like you will not betray your identity.'

Chen Yan asked curiously: "Aren't you afraid that I am a scab?"

"How can a person who is not afraid and generous enough to let others live in his apartment for free be a despicable scab?"

Chen Yan was furious: "You fucking checked me again!"

'Calm down, Mr. Chen, I didn't investigate in depth. I just know that you opened an apartment and moved in two paupers who had no money to pay the rent.'

Chen Yan warned in a vicious voice: "I assure you, if you do this again, it will be impossible for me to help you contact Vivian!"

'I understand, Mr. Chen.'

Chen Yan stared at the eyes emerging from the shadow's head for ten seconds.

"Now, I'm going home." He said in a very serious tone, "Before I come in, leave my shadow."

'As you wish, Mr. Chen.'

The thick mist-like moonlight dispersed, and Walker Street reappeared in Chen Yan's field of vision.

He wrapped his black windbreaker tightly around his body, quickened his pace, and walked towards No. 33 Walker Street.

It took about half an hour for him to return to the door.

He took out his cell phone, turned on his spiritual vision camera, and scanned the shadows and surroundings, but found no shadow of Claude Moon.

Chen Yan still used a vicious tone and lowered his voice to speak to the people around him.

"If I find out that you are still following me, the things we agreed on will be over!"

After he finished speaking, he nervously glanced around his body with his cell phone again, but still didn't find the fat blond man.

He glared hard into the air, then opened the door and entered the apartment.

Because of the bright moonlight tonight, the apartment is not too dark.

Chen Yan closed the door with his backhand, skillfully took out the kerosene lantern from the cabinet under the entrance, and walked to the kitchen on the first floor.

He was really hungry, especially now. As soon as he relaxed, the accumulated hunger came over him like a tide. His vision would turn black from time to time, as if he might faint from hunger at any time.

He walked towards the kitchen on the other side of the corridor on the first floor.

He remembered that a few days ago, he spent a full 5 pence on a whole piece of uncut brown bread because it was cheap.

After returning that day, he realized that there was something wrong with this piece of bread - on the surface it looked no different from normal black bread, but in fact, this piece of black bread was not only unpalatable, but also terribly hard.

I could barely eat it.

It's really cheap but not good.

Chen Yan put the piece of black bread in the kitchen and never touched it again.

But today... I am really hungry today, so hungry that I can see stars in my eyes.

He approached the kitchen and suddenly saw a light in the kitchen.

Is there a thief?!

He subconsciously became vigilant and began to exert force on the hand holding the projector, preparing to throw the projector as a weapon.

The next moment, a soft and waxy voice appeared in the kitchen.

"Is the landlord back?"
Chapter completed!