Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 639 - 205: The Nightingale Who Can’t Hold It In_3

Thank you to the Tech and Ruthless Live Food Factory—our goal is to let you taste every element on the periodic table...."

Song Zhaomei listened to these insane-sounding ad lines and felt unable to comment. Not to mention she's never heard of these companies in reality, they feel even more ruthless than those infamous corporations.

Brother Dao: "Next up, we have the two mysterious contestants of today's match about to take the stage. I bet you that none of you could ever guess their identities."

"What? Not Emperor Xiaochuan and the Meile Sect? Then what's the point?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Come on! We want to see the Meile Sect execute Sun Xiaochuan!"

"I want to see rivers of blood! Kill kill kill kill kill!"

"Where's the anime girl? I want to see the Hatsune Miku concert!"

Brother Dao ignored the uproar from the audience. Every aspect of this match was pre-designed by them, including the final outcome. It was just acting as the opening ceremony for an old net instance, just for entertainment, without even options for betting in the casinos.

"Then let our contestants start their self-introductions!"

As Brother Dao finished speaking, the entire venue plunged into darkness. Then a spotlight lit up a hunched figure on the square stage, looking incredibly mysterious.

"I..."

He spoke.

"A World War II survivor, a kamikaze soldier, a capitalist magnate, and a member of the Huang Ban family's ruling elite. These are positions and renown I've held throughout my life, each greater and higher than the last."

"My name is—Huang Ban Sanlang."

!!!

The heart of the nightingale tightened, could it be that Huang Ban has already infiltrated the Black Wall?

They actually took the lead in military technology by so much?

No... no way.

Huang Ban Sanlang is over a hundred years old, how could he possibly compete in such a match in front of so many people?

Song Zhaomei was full of confusion, but no one would explain it to her here, while the person on stage continued to expound on his identity.

"The strongest person in the world... since World War II, capital and wealth have steadily increased upon me, making my status so high and my lifespan so long, that only a few progenitors could compare."

"Compare? Hmph! Perhaps now my fate has far surpassed those forebearers! To ensure that I always possess the strongest capital, I will use any means necessary to do—whatever needs to be done! Not only against all who oppose me, but anything that can assist me must be offered up, even if he is my son, I, Huang Ban Sanlang, would not let go, because this is my way, my—path."

"Some people might not acknowledge me, but when the vast majority of the world trusts me; sees me as the most noble capitalist; the greatest of the Neon People, how could I be wrong? No, even if I killed my son Huang Banjing, or forced away Huang Ban Lai Xuan, as long as the fools don't know, and others dare not rebel or fear me, how could I be wrong? Even if wrong, it would only be the world's mistake, fools' mistake, the weak's mistake, because without my wisdom and great power, the yellow race would still live under the painful world dominated by the whites."

The lights came on fully, revealing the speaker on stage, a hunched, wrinkled, old and skinny bespectacled man, loudly hollering with a cane.

"So, everyone who doesn't want to die, who doesn't want to suffer, should love me, be loyal to me, respect me, worship me! Admire me, this Neon leader, swear to die for me, the Huang Ban Corporation ruler, my favored by capital, my long-life successor, me, me, me—my un-crowned Emperor!"

"Fuck!"

Even Song Zhaomei couldn't find any other words but 'fuck' to describe her current mood and feeling.

The person on stage is definitely not Huang Ban Sanlang, it's only a model created by data.

But damn it....

Song Zhaomei had seen brave ones, but never anyone as brave as this.

Directly mocking Huang Ban Sanlang himself, even Donald Lundy who calls himself Huang Ban's nemesis isn't this bold.

The crowd around was first shocked, but it did not turn into deep fear or make them afraid to speak, instead, there was an explosion of thunderous cheers and waves.

"Awesome!"

"I love you! Master Huang Ban Sanlang!"

"Since it's Huang Ban Sanlang, then what kind of expert would be his opponent?"

Yeah....

Suddenly curious, with a blank mind, Song Zhaomei wondered, they mocked Huang Ban Sanlang, then what about the opponent?

Who would the opponent be?

Sure enough, after 'Huang Ban Sanlang' finished his self-introduction, the light at his end dimmed again, and diagonally opposite him, another shadow appeared.

But this shadow....

Even without a clear view of the face, just by the voice and demeanor, Song Zhaomei was already astonished.

"A navy soldier, the king of Military Science, the perfect president, Donald Lundy's student, these are the identities and positions I've held, as someone destined to be the new president of New America, some I don't care for but cannot escape—my 'fate'...."

"They call me... Rosalind Miles, someone whose life is plagued by missions and troubles."

"To return America to the pinnacle of the world, I did things I didn't like, launched a war I was never supposed to lose, which ultimately led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands and ended in a crushing defeat; failure, it seems, is tied to my fate."

"Even though I received teachings from my master Donald Lundy and military technology support, I still missed the opportunity to completely expel Huang Ban from North America, leading my subordinate Hansen to make the life-taking self-sacrifice, voluntarily abandoned by New America, giving me one last element of victory."

"Hansen said that facing Huang Ban Sanlang is my destiny, an inescapable fate. But I refuse to believe in fate; even if some predictions come true, I convince myself they are just coincidental, things that could be understood through political wisdom and patience, I won't deliberately do the opposite due to misfortune, whatever the fate, predestination, or destiny is."

"I, Rosalind Miles, will only do—what my rationality tells me is the right choice. If I need to lead America, I will lead America. If I need to lie to deceive, I will lie to deceive. If my life allows for love, I will definitely love, regardless of how others judge, whether or not I can keep my true self intact in the future, I, Miles, will do the right thing, and fight the right battle against Huang Ban Sanlang."

"To fight for the safety of New America, for my godfather's ideals, and to avenge my dear friend Hansen, I will fight for the future of my country, fight for my power, fight for the American people, whether they understand or not, battle—battle! Today, the president of America will fight her final battle—!"