Five Hundred Refused to Accept

At the beginning, Trastan chose to betray because of the unknown king; now, what will happen to the unknown Trastan?

Trastan, why negotiate terms with the One Day King?

He is not qualified.

Whether it is professional or non-professional, whether it is a manager or a friend, Trastan is not qualified to stand in front of the king for a day and negotiate terms. None of the strategies that Trastan confidently believed in and steadfastly believed in were nothing and made no sense at all.

Today's conversation, from the very beginning, was doomed by Trastan.

From the sunny day to the squalling rain and then to the drizzle, Ronan firmly controlled the situation invisibly, even with the change of rhythm and momentum, tone and demeanor. Effectively counterattack, completely throwing away armor and armor, this is the real strength.

Could it be that Ronan has been planning all this since the meeting?

Trastan was not mentally prepared for this, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't even express his smile and anger accurately. The embarrassment and suffering made him almost unsteady—even if it was Maxim and Kerry. Husband's clenching fist and stepping up did not make him lose his position, but now he lost his position because of Ronan's words.

what to do? What should we do now? pray? tough? quibble? Courtesy? anger? counterattack? What kind of attitude should be adopted to reverse the situation?

Trastan's mind turned quickly, and countless thoughts surged in his mind, hoping to gain a firm foothold as soon as possible and regain control of the situation.

However, this is still not all.

Ronan raised his jaw slightly, his tall and straight figure truly showed his condescension on the physical level, and then he looked at Trastan with contemptuous eyes, "From the very beginning, you have miscalculated in today's chess game , because you are not qualified to negotiate with us at all."

Apologize?

refuse to accept!

The last sentence hit Trastan hard, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes—he had calculated so much, and in order to wait for such a good opportunity, he followed the band for ten days, looking for the best opportunity. Waiting, calculating and calculating, planning and planning, but now I am told that my plan was wrong from the beginning because it was placed in the wrong position.

The self-confidence and calculation that Trastan was proud of collapsed a little bit like this.

Things, shouldn't be like this.

Trastan's pupils began to shake violently, and once they collapsed in a small corner, his whole mind began to completely disintegrate.

After finishing speaking, Ronan still did not lose his composure due to anger, but showed a smile, as if facing a stranger - there is no need to be angry because of the stray dog ​​he met on the roadside, "Then, goodbye, Mr. Cuban."

Polite greetings, like a gentleman, as if... the thunder just now didn't happen at all, the storm disappeared without a trace, and the sunny appearance was just treating a stranger, not worth spending any money on. Strangers in mind, who owe even anger and disgust—

Because, it's not worth it.

Ignore and indifference, this is the most lethal weapon, stronger than a fist, sharper than a blade, like a bullet directly embedded in the heart.

From one extreme to another, and then back to the original extreme, the ups and downs, free retraction, and crisp emotional control completely disrupted Trastan's rhythm and firmly grasped the emotional flow of the scene. No room was left for Trastan.

In a trance, Trastan's appearance and Ronan's departure exchanged positions.

Seeing the back of Ronan leaving, Ollie quickly followed, ignoring Trastan, not even giving him a look.

Maxim clenched his fists and waited desperately for Trastan. He still felt that if this was okay, he was not reconciled, and he should take revenge no matter what, but seeing Trastan's disintegration, he felt as if he was bullying a child. There was no pleasure even if he vented fiercely, and he let go of his clenched fist after all, and then followed in the footsteps of Ronan and Ollie.

Cliff was at the end, looking at Trastan with mixed eyes, countless thoughts were surging, but like a mess of threads, he couldn't find a beginning, and even he himself couldn't distinguish them carefully. What kind of mood is it at this time? If only Maxim or Ollie could be as pure and simple as angry and ignorant.

At this time, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground came from far and near, and then Alice's voice could be heard mixed with the sound of the carriage door opening automatically.

"what happened?"

Apparently, Alice also noticed the confrontation.

"It's okay, I met a homeless man asking for an autograph." Ronan said, his clear voice echoed in the parking lot, "Don't worry, we signed the autograph very politely and kindly." It seems that Alice's suspicious expression can be seen , Ronan added, with lightness in his voice.

Cliff glanced at Trastan again, but didn't say anything after all, and quickly followed.

Trastan finally came to his senses, "Cliff..." He raised his voice to stop the last figure who left, "Ronan is not right."

That was the only thought Trastan had on his mind.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult for Trastan to find a better explanation. Today's Ronan is unbelievably mature from beginning to end.

Trastan admits that many things have changed in six months, but Ronan... It's like a different person, a completely different person. Nothing changed, and the confusion caused by this contradiction made Trastan a little flustered.

"Something's wrong," was the only thing Trastan could say.

But it fell on Cliff's ears, it was a quibble, and the anger was stirred again, "Because he didn't listen to you? Or because he told the truth? If so, Trastan, we are all wrong, We are all."

Looking at Trastan, who was in bewilderment and his eyes were shaking violently, Cliff felt a sense of powerlessness, "You're crazy."

In just one sentence, it also expressed too many complicated and profound meanings, not just the literal meaning. After speaking, Cliff didn't stop any longer, and rushed into the carriage at a trot all the way.

Whoosh.

Snapped.

Pulling the door, closing it, starting it, starting it all in one go, and then the car just drove away, leaving Trastan standing there alone, alone.

The air became quiet, surging in the empty parking lot.

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Trastan has calmed down, and after the boiling thoughts cooled down, he regained his reason, but his brows are still tightly tangled together, like a knot that cannot be untied:

So how did things get to this point? How did I come prepared but retreated to such a situation?