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Chapter 187 I Want to Play a Game with You (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
A meticulously planned dinner is underway in a luxury villa on the Upper East Side.

Wearing an elegant suit, Harold was arm in arm with Anna, a stiff smile on his face, as he exchanged pleasantries with each of the guests who came to the banquet.

There were only a few invited guests, to be precise, only seven key figures – the entire board of directors of UnitedHealth Insurance Company and CEO Thompson, who has served for more than 20 years.

However, since the invitation specified that it was a family dinner, each guest brought their family and relatives, and there were more than 20 people gathered at the scene.

Harold, who was always a recluse, was inevitably a little flustered in this social situation and secretly resented Rorschach for his bad idea.

Fortunately, Anna was used to these kinds of high-society parties in Europe and was able to chat and laugh with the guests with ease.

Therefore, the guests did not suspect Harold's reserved behavior, but simply assumed that he was an eccentric super-rich man.

Soon, everyone was seated at the luxurious and elegant long dining table, ready to begin the dinner.

“Mr. Goodman’s businesses in the South are truly amazing.”

Thompson said enthusiastically, "Did you all know? I only learned today that the Wharton family also had business dealings with Mr. Goodman."

"The Walton family?"

Upon hearing this name, the board members present all showed expressions of surprise.

After all, that's the prominent family that controls Walmart, the world's largest retailer.

However, on second thought, given Goodman's net worth of tens of billions of dollars, it seems reasonable that he would have dealings with the Walton family.

Soon, a chorus of compliments filled the room.

Faced with the crowd's adulation, Harold could only manage a forced smile, appearing somewhat uncomfortable.

Anna gracefully raised her glass, clinking glasses with the guests. Unlike her aloof demeanor during her last visit to the insurance company, she appeared exceptionally approachable tonight, raising her glass several times in a gesture of goodwill.

With her skillful maneuvering, the atmosphere at the banquet became increasingly lively.

Not long after the dessert, a tall man in a chef's uniform pushed a cart to serve the main courses.

Strangely, only the seven main guests had plates covered with silver saucers in front of them, while the others, including Harold and Anna, had empty plates.

Thompson glanced at the familiar, tall waiter's back, frowned slightly, but quickly turned his attention back to closing the big deal.

“Mr. Goodman, this is…” He pointed to the silver tablecloth in front of him, looking at Harold and Anna with a puzzled expression.

However, the two who were originally smiling now showed no expression at all.

Anna rubbed her wine glass expressionlessly, her eyes filled with indifference.

Harold simply took off his napkin and left the table without looking back.

"Aren't you going to open it and take a look?" Anna asked with a playful smirk, seeing their puzzled expressions.

Thompson and the others, noticing something amiss, exchanged glances and carefully lifted the dishcloth.

When they saw that there were stacks of documents inside, they breathed a sigh of relief at first, but their expressions changed drastically after they saw the contents of the documents.

Thompson grabbed the top document and quickly flipped through it, his expression growing increasingly grim.

What's laid out before us are the medical insurance policies of all the firefighters who were insured by their company during the 9/11 attacks!
Most of the policies were stamped with "void" or "claim denied" and had the administrator's comments below: "Past medical history not declared" or "Does not meet the claim conditions." Most of the policyholders were no longer alive.

“Mrs. Goodman, if this is a joke, I must tell you it’s not funny at all!”

Thompson glared at Anna, his face grim, and said sternly, "This is all confidential internal data of our company, strictly prohibited from being leaked. I now have reason to suspect that you have illegally hacked into our system!"

Anna shrugged nonchalantly: "Go ahead and sue me if you want, I don't care."

"you"

Just as Thompson was about to lash out, the man in the chef's uniform reappeared, this time wearing a striking red leather jacket.

Rorschach braced his hands on the back of the chair Harold had been sitting in, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Honestly, after looking at all that data in your database, I've really had my eyes opened."

"Last year your claim rejection rate increased by 12%, but your stock price soared by 23%. It seems you've been treating the 'moral hazard' clauses in your policies as 'shareholder equity'."

"Watch your tone, kid!"

One of the directors slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, glaring coldly at Rorschach: "I don't know what tricks you're playing, but I can tell you, the game is over!"

The other directors also stood up, furious:

"A bunch of country bumpkins from the South, you have no idea who you're up against!"

"This is New York! Do you know that what you're doing is illegal?!"

"Why waste words with these people? Just call the police!"

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These guys glared angrily at Luo Xia, but Luo Xia's face remained completely unmoved in the face of these threats.

He casually picked up a few insurance policies from the table and read them aloud softly:
“Kuhn Davis took out an accident and medical insurance policy with UnitedHealth Insurance in 1998. In 2003, he was diagnosed with a chronic respiratory disease, which was related to his work environment. Because it could not be proven whether his illness was caused by the inhalation of harmful substances during fieldwork, the pre-existing condition clause was denied.”

"Nick Trevor was insured with UnitedHealth Insurance Company for accident and medical insurance in 2000. He was found guilty of fraudulent concealment for failing to disclose a medical visit for a cold ten years earlier."

"Roger Shane had an accident and medical insurance policy with UnitedHealth Insurance Company in 1999. After being injured in the 9/11 rescue operation, his claim was denied on the grounds that the occupational risk exceeded the coverage."

After reading the documents in his hand, Luo Xia shook his head with a sigh: "You say in your TV commercials that risks can be calculated and lives can be valued, but you don't tell the policyholders that 'insurance amount' is just a numbers game where you bet on them dying quickly."

"You include late-stage cancer in your pre-existing condition exclusion clause, and for every 1% increase in the mortality rate, your bonuses increase by 3%. Tsk tsk tsk, you guys are fucking business geniuses!"

Luo Xia put down the documents, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Now, let's play a 'risk assessment' game."

He stared coldly at the crowd and said sternly, "Guess whether your accidental death insurance covers intentional injury!"

At that moment, a piercing scream suddenly rang out from the dining table.

A girl in her early twenties, who had come to the dinner with her father, pointed at Rorschach and shouted, "Fuck! He's Rorschach Butcher! The terrorist who blew up the Statue of Liberty!"

Upon hearing this, Thompson's pupils contracted sharply. Forgetting about his family, he turned and tried to flee the villa.

In an instant, the entire restaurant erupted in screams and chaos. These pampered fellows no longer cared about blaming Luo Xia, and after confirming his identity, they all fled in panic.

However, as soon as they took a step, they collapsed to the ground, their bodies feeling weak and powerless. Only their nerves could still move and feel the pain and fear!

"Tetrodotoxin, nature's greatest invention."

In their blurred vision, all they could see was a pair of cold, hard leather boots slowly approaching.

Rorschach looked down at them, his voice icy: "You turn natural disasters and man-made calamities into KPIs, but today it's your turn to experience what 'force majeure' really means!"

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Tenth Avenue.

The headquarters building of Columbia Broadcasting System (CBS).

Inside a live broadcast room on a certain floor, a personal interview program is about to begin.

Ronion finally straightened his tie in front of the mirror.

As a top anchor for CBS, he has always enjoyed immense popularity in New York City thanks to his sharp commentary on current affairs and his relentless criticism of social ills.

His midday talk show was also the highest-rated program in its time slot.

But today, he has a feeling that the ratings may reach a new high.

The reason is simple—today's guest is the newly appointed mayor Bill de Blasio, who has been in office for less than a week. More importantly, he has also invited the previous mayor, Michael Bloomberg, to join him on stage for a dialogue and to discuss the development of New York City.

As for why it was "上上任" (the previous term) instead of "上任" (the current term), there's no need to delve into that question.

To be honest, he had no idea how much effort the production team had put in to get both mayors to participate in the live broadcast.

It's worth noting that senior officials rarely participate in live interviews outside of election periods, especially since this time they've invited the mayor two years ago whose policy views are drastically different from the current mayor. Enough of this digression.

After confirming that his image was correct, Ronion entered the live broadcast studio and greeted the two mayors with a smile.

“This is my first time on your show, Ronion,” Bill winked teasingly. “You’d better go easy on me and not ask any too pointed questions, okay?”

“Haha, that’s not something I can decide, Mr. Mayor,” Ronion replied with a laugh. “As you know, our program always has a ‘Citizens Call In’ segment, where you’ll be facing some tricky questions from New York City residents.”

Hearing this, Bill rubbed his temples in annoyance: "If it weren't for Mr. Goodman's strong invitation, I really wouldn't want to go on a live broadcast so soon."

“Who can argue with that? But we still have to give Mr. Goodman face.” Former Mayor Michael nodded in agreement.

Listening to their conversation, Ronion couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Mr. Goodman?
Was today's interview guest invited by the other party?

But how come I don't know this person exists?

Although I was curious about the "Mr. Goodman" mentioned by the two mayors, the live broadcast was about to start.

Without asking any further questions, Ronion quickly went over the interview outline with the two mayors.

The interview officially began after the staff at the front gave a countdown gesture.

Ronnie smiled his signature professional smile at the camera.

"Good afternoon, viewers. Welcome to 'Midday Interview.' I'm your old friend Ronnie."

After introducing the two mayors, Ronion sought their opinions on the current social situation in New York.

Bill and Michael both presented their views in detail, but their positions differed.

Bill advocated for increased social welfare for low-income immigrant groups, relaxed application requirements, and higher subsidy amounts.

Michael, however, believes that the focus should be on strengthening the construction and maintenance of public facilities and improving street security.

Despite disagreements on certain policies, as liberal members of the Democratic Party, they both support the LGBT community and advocate for policies that promote racial equality and gender identity protection.

Ronion would occasionally chime in, using humor to lighten the serious atmosphere.

Time slipped away quietly in the relaxed discussion.

Soon, the program moved on to the final segment where citizens connected with the program.

Viewers watching the program can call the hotline number on the screen to ask questions directly to the guests.

The first person to connect was a transgender person who excitedly thanked the new mayor for his contributions to the LGBT community and said she would continue to support Bill's re-election.

Bill smiled warmly at the camera and gave a thumbs-up in approval.

Then they began to wait for the second call.

"toot toot"

The wait time for this connection was much longer than usual.

Once the connection was established, Ronion smiled and asked, "Hello sir, I'm Ronion. May I ask your name?"

After a few seconds of silence, a deep voice rang out: "Butcher."

Bill frowned slightly, feeling that the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Ronion continued, "Good afternoon, Mr. Butcher. What questions do you have for our two mayors?"

"My question is very simple."

On the other end of the phone, Luo Xia stared at the three people putting on an act on the screen and slowly spoke:
"Now that a new mayor has been appointed, can the New York City Hall finally pay the compensation owed to the hundreds of firefighters who died in the 9/11 attacks?"

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Bill and Michael, who had been relatively relaxed, suddenly changed their expressions.

Bill smiled without changing his expression and said, "This gentleman may have misunderstood. The pension was paid in full many years ago, so how can there be any arrears?"

"No, I know the families of the firefighters who died in the line of duty."

Rorschach's voice continued, "Each of them swears they never received a single penny from the city hall. Now they're struggling to even afford basic necessities. I'd like to ask the two mayors, is this how you treat the heroes who sacrificed their lives to save civilians?"

"I can tell you definitively that the compensation has been paid in full."

Michael looked directly into the camera and said seriously, "This is something I personally oversaw during my tenure. Do you think I'd be the kind of person who would embezzle pension funds?"

"Yep, I think you look like it."

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Michael frowned, about to erupt in anger, when Ronion interjected at the opportune moment: "Mr. Butcher, I suggest you check online first, or go to the city hall to look up relevant information. I can assure you that our mayor would not do such a thing. And frankly, I think you seem a bit extreme, sir. Of course, if you don't know how to use a computer, I can teach you."

This witty remark eased the tense atmosphere in the live stream.

Ronion then said, "Alright, Mr. Butcher, there are still many viewers waiting to connect. Let's talk another day after you've finished your research."

After saying that, without waiting for Luo Xia's response, he immediately signaled his staff to hang up the phone.

Michael's face was already quite pale at this point.

Having been retired for many years, he clearly lacks the composure of the current mayor, Bill.

However, Bill was also secretly puzzled, feeling that the voice sounded strangely familiar.

The live connection session quickly resumed.

But to everyone's surprise, a dozen seconds later, after the call was connected, Luo Xia's voice rang out again.

"I must warn you, Mr. Host."

Luo Xia's icy voice came through the receiver, "If you dare to cut off my call again, I'll blow up the thirteenth floor of your building. No one's on duty there today, perfect for a threat."

Ronion smiled helplessly, becoming even more convinced that the other person was a madman.

This is the Columbia Broadcasting Center, how could it be bombed so easily?
But then, the voice on the other end of the phone rang out again:

"Never mind, I guess you won't believe me, so..."

Boom——!
A loud bang came from below, and the entire building shook!
The television camera shook violently, screams came from the corridor, and the sound of shattering glass echoed everywhere!
Ronion jumped up from his chair in shock, swallowed hard, and gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands.

“Watfak?!” he exclaimed incredulously. “What’s going on?! Go see what happened!”

Then, that damned connection beeped again:
"Do you believe me now?"

Ronion was panting heavily, still reeling from the shock of the explosion.

Bill slammed his fist on the table and roared at the camera, "Rorschach Butcher! Is that you?! I recognize your voice! It must be you, you damn terrorist!"

"Rorosha Butcher?"

Upon hearing this name, the staff in the live stream froze on the spot, and the viewers holding their breath and staring wide-eyed.

A terrorist actually spoke with the mayor during a live broadcast and even blew up an entire floor of a building?!
"What on earth do you want to do?!"

Bill roared at the camera in a theatrical manner, "Come at me if you dare, don't hide behind the phone and play tricks!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a chilling voice rang out again:

"Bill de Blasio, Michael Bloomberg, Ronnie Blitz."

Rorschach pronounced the three names slowly and deliberately, then drew out the words with a playful tone:
I want to play a game with you.

(End of this chapter)