Ninth class citizen

Chapter 384 A Good Show

Tian Li was the first to write his name on the gold-leaf contract with an alloy engraving pen.

His calligraphy reflects his personality, flowing like a dragon or a startled swan, as if it were about to fly out of the gold-leaf book.

The mere hint of sharpness emanating from it was enough to leave His Highness the Crown Prince, who stood before the contract book, stunned and unable to put pen to paper for a long time.

Everyone interpreted his behavior as a sign of intense internal struggle. After all, this was a contract representing defeat and humiliation, and his signature was destined to be ingrained in history in a disgraceful way.

No one urged His Highness the Crown Prince. After a long while, he finally came to his senses from the intense feeling of suffocation, and with trembling wrists, he began to write on the gold-leaf book in front of him.

This agreement is no different from the previous negotiations between the two countries; once he signs his name, his task is complete.

Nan Rong and Prince Xi Pang stood on either side of the Crown Prince, waiting quietly.

Meanwhile, the president had already walked alone to the high platform behind the signing table. On the virtual screen that served as his silhouette, the peace treaty between the two countries began to scroll and enlarge.

The scrolling was very fast, and in the blink of an eye it landed on Tian Li's signature below, and then switched to the side, to the tip of the pen that was writing stroke by stroke.

Strictly speaking, His Highness the Crown Prince's calligraphy is also quite good, with a broad structure and graceful beauty.

However, most things in this world cannot be compared. Compared to His Majesty the President, His Highness the Crown Prince is like a child who has just learned to write.

The names of the people of the Kungu Empire are very long, string after string. His Highness the Crown Prince wrote for a long time, and just as he was about to finish, a strange thing happened.

A commotion broke out in the front row of the press box when someone suddenly ripped off a lifelike mask, revealing Tiffany's face.

"Cousin!" she struggled to break through the police line and shouted to the people on the platform.

Tian Li's expression remained indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever. The guards at the scene immediately rushed forward, attempting to stop this woman who had infiltrated in disguise, but they were separated by the dozen or so people surrounding her.

The nearby media personnel exclaimed in alarm and scattered in all directions. Even the experienced guards were unable to control the situation for half the time.

The intruders seemed to have been trained, quickly forming a circle with their hands clasped together. The next second, a giant vine appeared out of thin air, lifting Tiffany diagonally upwards, and in the blink of an eye, it delivered her to Tian Li's side.

Everyone was stunned by the bizarre scene before them, and the defense chief in charge of security for the signing ceremony was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

They had clearly set up an energy-blocking barrier at the venue beforehand and conducted a thorough scan of all attendees. No one should have been able to bring in weapons or supernatural items; the arrangements were foolproof. How could this unexpected incident have occurred?
But he soon discovered that this was not actually the worst-case scenario.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to Tiffany and the others, an assassin silently appeared behind His Highness the Crown Prince, between Nan Rong and Prince Xi Pang.

The assassin had an extremely ordinary appearance and very calm eyes. As soon as he appeared, he decisively activated the consciousness detonator.

The signal was sent into the micro-particle high-explosive bomb in his abdominal cavity, triggering a series of chain reactions.

Prince Sipang's movements were incredibly swift; his short staff transformed into a sharp blade, striking the opponent's neck in an instant, yet without drawing blood.

Because a layer of gelatinous substance, invisible to the naked eye, suddenly appeared between the tip of the blade and the flesh, no matter how hard he tried, he could not penetrate even a fraction of an inch.

“Ms. Nan?” His Highness Xi Pang looked up in surprise, giving Nan Rong a proper look for the first time since entering the room.

The fact that she could calmly withstand his full-force attack shows that Ms. Nan is no naive fool. However, her deliberate protection of an assassin at this critical juncture is likely to arouse suspicion.

“He won’t threaten anyone’s safety.” Nan Rong opened his right hand, his palm holding the micro-particle high-explosive bomb that should have detonated long ago.

Inside the pearl-sized spherical particle high-explosive bomb, a red light indicating successful detonation flashed continuously, but an invisible and intangible layer of energy firmly adhered to the outside, keeping it in its current state and preventing it from exploding.

Prince Sipang's gaze froze, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from the back of his neck.

He recognized the object; it was a miniature weapon recently developed by the Mio Empire, with power comparable to a miniature star-orbiting death ray cannon.

A single pellet the size of a thumb is enough to reduce everything within a ten-kilometer radius of the venue to ashes.

How could something that is still in the experimental and demonstration stage and has not yet been put into formal production appear here and almost cause a disaster?
But even more surprised than him was the assassin, Florent himself.

The lifelike mask concealed his expression, but it couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

Nan Rong, it's Nan Rong again.

She left with the Prophet and returned to the Delin Federation unharmed.

But the all-knowing and all-powerful prophet disappeared without a trace.

No one wanted to believe that something bad would happen to the Prophet.

This should just be a test. The Prophet is surely watching from somewhere, observing their choices and whether they can continue this cause of equality.

Florent volunteered to eliminate this woman who had repeatedly hindered the organization's plans.

But Tian Li is simply too strong. Only by risking their lives can they have even the slightest chance.

However, he has now failed.

A bitter, salty, and fishy taste rose in my throat, and hatred and helplessness filled my chest.

A grand, resounding sound, like the simultaneous ringing of bells and drums, suddenly filled his mind, deafening him.

With that sound, countless images surged forth from the depths of his heart.

His Highness the Crown Prince's heart was in his throat from the moment Tiffany suddenly appeared.

He wasn't a fool; he knew perfectly well that those people's target wasn't just Nan Rong, nor did they only want to drag the Mio Empire down by killing Prince Xi Pang; they also included him.

For the survivors of the Holmes family, this approach seemed utterly pointless. They were driven to madness, eager to drag the entire interstellar space into a quagmire of war, even if it didn't ultimately escalate into a full-blown conflict, they wanted to cause the Tianli-established federal government a major headache.

However, this overly idealistic plan failed miserably as soon as it was implemented.

Everything happened so fast that many people didn't even see what was going on. All the intruders, including Tiffany who wanted to rush forward to hug Tianli, disappeared with a casual wave of Tianli's hand.

"I apologize, everyone." His voice was calm and peaceful: "Because some of you had expectations, I deliberately acquiesced to what just happened—it was quite a show, wasn't it?"