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Freyr opened his eyes. "Uh, where am I? What do you want from me?"
"Don't worry, brother, we won't harm you. How do you find this place?" The middle-aged man, dressed in a suit and sporting a slick hairstyle, exuded an air of mystery, accompanied by the faint scent of cigars. Freyr turned his head away and fell silent.
Even without speaking, Freyr could still hear the man's breathing. Just then, the door swung open, and in walked the Beautiful Lady.
Upon seeing him again, her expression shifted slightly before she quickly masked it with a smile that betrayed a hint of awkwardness.
"Rest assured, we won't hurt you. We just don't want you to leave," she said to Freyr before turning to walk outside.
"What benefit is it to you if I don't leave? Don't be ridiculous; I'll find a way to escape when the opportunity arises," Freyr replied, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over him as he spoke calmly.
"Yes, when the opportunity comes," the middle-aged man chuckled lightly before turning to leave.
The lady approached the doorway as well, and they whispered to each other. "Don't let him out; don't mess this up."
"Yes, Minister," she nodded in agreement.
The Minister lit a cigar, the sound of the lighter clicking echoed as he walked away, his figure gradually fading from view.
When the lady returned to the room, she found Freyr tightly bound on the bed, seemingly exhausted and sleeping soundly.
Seeing this made her sigh softly. She had no intention of disturbing him directly and instead gently closed the door behind her as she stepped out.
She sighed at the door, thinking that once the meeting was over, he would be able to leave. For now, she had to endure. But then she suddenly remembered there were other matters to attend to and hurried off.
As for the Minister, he brushed against a plaque hanging around his neck along the wall, and a Rift portal slowly began to form.
He immediately walked in through the Rift portal, and then the Rift disappeared, leaving the narrow passage silent and empty.
"Wow, that's impressive. I kind of like this guy," said a middle-aged man with a proud tone and a smile, one of the last two remaining in front of the Virtual Screen. He was the youngest among them, known for his love of jokes and gambling. Whenever there was a significant event, he would set up a betting pool for his own amusement, often coaxing his colleagues to join him.
"Alright, he's not exactly easy to manage; he's got quite the temper," the other middle-aged man said awkwardly.
"Isn't it true that everyone with talent has their quirks? Let's just leave it at that," the first middle-aged man continued.
Suddenly, the narrow passage behind them cracked open, and a figure stepped in. "I went to check on that guy; he truly is remarkable. It would be a shame if he doesn't join the Black Armored Troop. But if you can get the meeting to pass and impeach that old Hilbert, do we have any way to bring him into the Black Armored Troop? What do you think?"
"Who knows? Someone has already approached him, right? Everyone with talent tends to have their habits. If we can manage his temper, we might have a chance," explained the balding middle-aged man.
"Ah, forget it. I’m not concerned about that right now. We’ll figure out what to do after next week’s meeting; it’s too early to discuss it now," said the cheerful middle-aged man.
With that, silence fell over the conference room, but time quickly passed into a week.
During this week, many people dealt with affairs under heavy hearts, feeling suffocated by their frustrations. However, some seemed to thrive in a honey pot. The situation appeared to improve for some, but he had already secured his victory; today’s meeting was centered on replacing Hilbert as President of the Hunter Association. Hilbert was considered an old-generation leader; most of those sitting in the conference room during his tenure were still young. Now they had all entered middle age.
Yet Hilbert remained in office, holding onto the President position for so long.
Thus, today’s objective was clear: to remove Hilbert from the association.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome everyone to this important meeting at such a crucial time. Our topic today is to discuss the future development of the Human Alliance over the next few decades. To this end, we need to elect a suitable person to continue serving as President of the Hunter Association. Mr. Hilbert can also raise questions himself; we are here to provide appropriate answers for you. If you have someone in mind as a suitable successor, feel free to announce their name now while everyone is present.”
The conference room spanned over fifty square meters, featuring a massive conference table with a circular section in the center housing a row of computers.
Aside from some programmers and order maintenance personnel, one person stood out remarkably among those present.
He was a young man dressed very elegantly, with a European appearance that set him apart from the gaunt old men around him. This young man exuded a calm and generous demeanor, both in his presence and in his actions.
However, what was most striking was that the others present were actually bowing to him, a sign of respect from subordinates to their superior. Even those who were older than him lowered themselves in his presence.
The atmosphere in the room did not spark much debate; it simply fell into silence as he took his seat.
One could easily imagine how high his status was in the minds of these people. It wasn't just about being young.
He possessed considerable authority, especially in the eyes of the seasoned individuals present. The belief that younger people could never match their own wisdom had been fundamentally challenged by him; he was indeed an impressive junior.
Hilbert observed this scene and felt a sense of being potentially replaced upon seeing this unfamiliar young man in such an important setting.
Confident individuals always looked down from a height, and Hilbert thought that even such a young person still appeared to be full of weaknesses. How many juniors like him had been defeated and humiliated at these annual meetings? Yet no one dared to stand before him anymore; perhaps they had lost their courage altogether.
"I look forward to sitting together with a junior like you," he said. "You know, every year around this time, there are too many people who want to bring me down. Their outcomes only signify that they lack the courage to take on great responsibilities in the future. I assume you don’t want to be the next one like that."
"Youth," he continued, "I don't like looking down on others, but this meeting is bound to be fraught with conflict. I've seen it all in my old age, so I just want to see what methods you all have to deal with me."
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