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Chapter 225: Endless Debate

"Why do you still look so happy?" Sensing Ren's strange behavior, the old goat on the side twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you just watching the excitement and don't think it's a big deal?

You must be respectful, the count had a very good reputation during his lifetime, look at how uncomfortable those noble ladies are crying."

When Ren heard this, he smiled contemptuously, stretched out his hand to touch the snow-white thigh of Mrs. Ellie, and said confidently: "If you win, you will have all the power and beauty you want. If you lose, you can only cover your face with a white cloth and grow grass on your grave."

The count is dead. He may have been plotted, but it also shows that he was not cautious enough or strong enough."

Very simple and crude logic, the loser eats the dust. This is Renn's philosophy. If you don't judge a hero by his success or failure, then what should he judge by?

If you lose, you lose. Everyone is dead, so what's the use of singing and crying.

Mrs. Ellie watched Ren from close range. His hands were very unscrupulous, but she didn't say anything more and even moved closer to him.

She didn't know why, but she felt a little uneasy and insecure, and instinctively tried to get closer to him.

"I propose to activate the second level alert! Search the main streets of each city, and then let the church and demon hunters patrol again."

At this time, a man in a black evening gown stood up in the first row. He looked sad and shouted loudly.

Parr's expression on the stage remained unchanged, but many people on the seats were in an uproar. This proposal aroused heated debate among everyone.

"I agree with Viscount Hope's proposal. Now our personal safety can no longer be guaranteed."

"No, sealing off various blocks and searching buildings one by one will seriously affect citizens' lives, travel and work."

"Don't be ridiculous, is life more important or convenience? In this case, which one of you would dare to run around?"

"Having said that, activating the second-level warning is a bit of an overreaction. Those demons have already alerted the snake, and I don't believe they still dare to act wantonly!"

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There was a commotion at the scene, with everyone holding their own opinions and quarreling with each other. Normally, everyone might be very concerned about their image, but the death of the earl put a lot of pressure on everyone, and some people were venting their emotions.

Renn ignored these meaningless disputes. People from the four major organizations came, and the position of Superintendent Parr of the 7th Bureau was self-evident.

Instead, he looked at Viscount Hope who stood up in the first row. Viscount Hope was Jenny's father and it was his suggestion just now.

He was also a close friend of the Earl of Wilton, and the death of his friend obviously made him feel sad.

After thinking for a while, Mrs. Ellie moved her lips and asked, "Will this proposal be passed?"

Level 2 alert is not a trivial matter. All major residential areas, especially wealthy areas, will be swept through. It is second only to level 1 alert - the entire city is cordoned off and cleaned up.

"If you don't plan to clean it up, why call these temple-level experts here?" Ren asked.

Usually, the activities and meetings of the Dawn Club were not so lively. If nothing else, he didn't think Chris from the association would go to the meeting in vain.

The old goat touched his chin and muttered: "There is no doubt that Parr will clean it with thunderous force.

Regarding the demon descendants, like Omar from Orange Town, he is a die-hard right-winger (with the attitude of killing all the demon descendants)!"

Pal Adelaide is 106 years old this year. His strength is at the peak of the fourth level. He has a good reputation and a strong style.

Renn on the side shrugged his shoulders. Even he had heard of this man nicknamed "The Dark Knight" for a long time.

From the moment Pal walked into the conference room, Renne had been observing him. According to his judgment, the opponent was quite strong, and his level was only one step behind Carlos, the spearman who had stepped into the sanctuary with one foot.

Not long after, when the discussion subsided slightly, Parr on the stage raised his stone-like tough face and said in an unquestionable tone: "In three days, the city of Wilton will activate the level 2 alert. Please do this."

Be well prepared and cooperate with the work in the 7th inning."

The scene suddenly fell silent, and many people glanced at Viscount Hope, who was slowly sitting down. Apparently, some smart people had realized that the seventh game had reached an agreement with some established nobles.

"It's a good show." The old goat muttered.

Ren couldn't help but laugh. The old goat had the nerve to accuse him of gloating just now, but he himself was also a guy who was afraid of chaos in the world.

The city of Wilton will definitely be very lively recently. If the second level alert is issued, even if the real culprit who killed the earl is not caught, a group of demons will be found, and a battle is inevitable.

On the stage, Superintendent Parr asked a few more questions and announced some measures for everyone to discuss.

Including the situation on the plains, the 4th Brigade of the Second Army has entered the city of Diramo to build a defense line and replenish troops. Logistics bases will be built in several nearby cities.

One of the measures that Rennes is very concerned about is the treatment of Farolan civil organizations and third-party armed forces from other countries participating in the war.

The details include what kind of logistical supplies, employment fees, coordination and command rights, disability pensions, etc. Of course, these are only preliminary terms now.

The Dawn Club has several basic functions, such as providing a place for people of the same class to communicate, consulting nobles and wealthy businessmen for their opinions on certain policies, and mediating some conflicts that should not be escalated.

Superintendent Parr is obviously an action man and a man of action. The meeting was actually very efficient, and soon it came to an interesting matter.

Parr held the notebook, with no emotion on his face, and said in a stiff tone: "Item 9, not long ago, the Thorn Security Company wiped out Matt's forces in the small town of Conroe, causing quite a stir and controversy."

He paused for a moment, then asked loudly: "Is Ryan Ackerman here? If so, please stand on the stage."

The old goat was slightly surprised when he heard this, and looked at Renn aside. He had been studying formations in retreat recently, and he really hadn't paid much attention to this matter.

Ren's face was neither happy nor worried, and he took out his groping hands from under Mrs. Ally's skirt. He was sure of one thing, she was really a little frigid.

He was not polite, but after touching him for so long, the other person's face was very calm and his body seemed to have no reaction.

"I was there."

With a loud response, Ren stood up from his seat and walked into the passage between the seats under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Ellie.

Ta da da─

He walked down the steps and walked step by step towards Parr on the wooden podium. Everyone turned their attention to him.

Some are curious, some appreciate it, some are disgusted, and some are indifferent. There are quite a few people in nearby cities who have connections or grudges with Matt.

Being watched by so many people, including many experts and masters, and even hearing a few snorts on the way, Ren's face remained as steady as an old dog's and he walked to the podium calmly.

He stood on the left side of Parr, turned around, faced everyone, and showed a bright smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Ren Ackerman, good evening everyone!"


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