Chapter Eight Hundred and Twenty-One

Eric enjoys a high reputation in France and has hosted many large-scale events. He often appears in the Grammy and Victoria's Secret underwear shows.

However, even though he was on stage, the eyes of most people in the dome hall were still focused on Ning Tao.

Before, no one believed that this "mysterious guest from the East" was Ning Tao, but now the answer has surfaced by itself—the number one terrorist in the world is the so-called mysterious guest from the East!

Eric also looked at Ning Tao, and said humorously: "I believe you don't need my introduction, you already know who the mysterious guest is tonight. That's right, he is Mr. Ning Tao from Huaguo. Mr. Ning, please come up, You are the star of the night."

Ning Tao stepped onto the podium and walked towards Eric.

The electronic flash flickered, dazzling people's eyes.

Ning Tao came to Eric's side and reached out to shake Eric's hand. Then facing the main entrance of the hall, he just stopped casually, but the image of the jade tree facing the wind and the aura of the supremacy of heaven are unmatched in the entire dome hall.

He should have said something at this time, but he didn't say anything. He and these people are people from two worlds, and they have different ways and do not conspire with each other. He is a person who cultivates the way of heaven, he obeys the sky and fights with the sky. These people in front of him are just politicians in the secular world and mouthpiece reporters under the control of capitalists. Is it necessary for him to be polite and please these people?

There is no need for that.

Eric originally thought that Ning Tao would say something, but after waiting for a few seconds, he saw that Ning Tao just stood there casually without saying anything. He said with a smile, "I really don't need an introduction... Actually, I just received a temporary notice to come to the dinner party at my residence. I still don't know what the theme of today's dinner party is. Why don't you tell us, Mr. Ning."

Eric moved away from the podium and made an inviting gesture for Ning Tao.

Ning Tao walked to the podium, was silent for a while before speaking: "I won't introduce myself, I believe you all know who I am..."

"Number one terrorist!" A woman's voice suddenly sounded harshly in the hall, "You should be hanged!"

The voice sounded familiar, and so did the words, because the one who couldn't wait to choke Ning Tao was the Abby who watched him drink the 1900 red wine.

If Ning Tao had bought her a drink to satisfy her complex curiosity and purpose, she might not have done so. However, there have never been any ifs in this world, and women are the most vengeful creatures in this world.

However, Ning Tao doesn't care, this situation has long been expected by him, he is not even interested in refuting, just looking at the plausible Abby with a smile on his face, as if please start your real performance look.

Discussions started buzzing in the hall, and Ning Tao's title of number one terrorist appeared most frequently.

At the dining table in the front row, Duke Mark frowned suddenly, and said something to President Matic who was sitting next to him.

Matic waved his hand, and an agent of the seventh game standing behind him followed him and walked to his side, bowing his head to listen to his orders.

After a simple sentence, the staff member walked towards Abby, and during the walk, several plainclothes agents in the hall walked towards Abby.

"What do you want to do?" Abby was very emotional and angry, "This is a world of freedom of speech, not a world of power!"

The Bureau 7 agent said, "Ma'am, please come out with us."

Abby lost control of her emotions in an instant: "You actually kicked me out because of a terrorist? Do you know what you are doing? You will be spurned by all the media practitioners and questioned by the whole world! Colleagues, are you still willing to Stay here and listen to a terrorist tell his bloody stories and lies? We should protest together!"

These words are provocative.

Soon a reporter stood up and asked loudly: "Why are you afraid to drive Miss Abby out? If you don't have a valid and appropriate reason to drive her out, then I am willing to leave together."

More and more people are standing up and fighting against the power in this way.

The agent looked at Matic for help, but the latter looked at Duke Mark. This situation even gave the president a headache.

Duke Mark looked at Ning Tao who was standing on the stage.

Ning Tao smiled, and said into the microphone: "Let her stay, but I would like to say one more thing, although this lady said that this is a world of free speech, but next time you want to say something, can you give me an example?" Let’s start, if you say something to me, we won’t be able to communicate normally.”

Just when Ning Tao said this, Matic had already signaled the agents of the seventh round to come back.

The reporters who stood up all sat down. In fact, no one really wanted to leave the rotunda with Abby. The world's number one terrorist held a press conference, and the attendees were all old European aristocrats and political figures. Even if a photo was taken casually, it would be a headline. Who would want to go out? The reason why they stood up to put pressure on the organizer was just an act of huddling together to keep warm, not for Abby, but for themselves.

Only Abby was still standing, looking at Ning Tao like a sharp knife stained with blood.

Ning Tao also looked at her: "Miss Abby, do you have anything else to say?"

Abby snorted coldly: "You are such a devil with blood on your hands, you can hold a press conference in this kind of place, there must be a dirty deal in this matter!"

These words made Matic, Duke Mark, and a large group of dignitaries and nobles look gloomy.

That's not the truth, it's not a deal, it's a table-turning threat of strength. If it wasn't for burning the blood demon with the demon mirror for fun, who the hell would come here to cheer a terrorist?

But such truth, these journalists will never know the whole life.

Ning Tao smiled, and said secretly in his heart: "What a stupid woman."

Sure enough, Duke Mark beckoned, and the middle-aged Caucasian woman who led the way before followed him and walked to his side, bowing her head to listen to his orders. Afterwards, she nodded, walked into the passage soon, and took out her mobile phone to make a call.

"You said it!" Abby seemed to have an aura of a protagonist, righteous and aggressive.

Ning Tao said indifferently: "I was going to talk, but you interrupted me again and again. Friends present, do you want to hear her talk or listen to me? If you want to hear her talk, then let her continue Speak."

After speaking, he closed his mouth.

Hundreds of reporters in the dome hall all focused their attention on Abby, and dissatisfied accusations sounded in the hall.

"What's the matter with that woman? She interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth. Did she want to show off and go crazy?"

"Does she see herself as the heroine in a movie?"

"Someone should have kicked her out just now!"

"Sit down, you don't even understand the most basic manners and order, why are you talking about freedom of the press?"

Abby's complexion suddenly changed. She could yell at Ning Tao and vent her resentment, but she couldn't yell at these colleagues. This is embarrassing, she can talk nonsense to the world's number one terrorist without any damage, but she dare not even fart in the face of accusations from her peers.

After a moment of hesitation, Abby finally sat down.

Ning Tao said: "Okay, I will continue. But let me reiterate, if anyone has any questions, please raise your hand and don't ask me questions."

There was silence in the dome.

Johanna and Charlene Tallman smiled at Ning Tao at the same time.

At the other table, Ruan Tianyin and Lin Qingyu looked at the two blonde girls with unkind eyes.

Everyone in this world has their own battlefields and wars.

Ning Tao continued: "Before, I was indeed wanted by the US government. They said I was a terrorist, but no evidence was found. Before you came here, my arrest warrant was cancelled, and my charges did not exist. .So, I'm speaking to you here in a normal capacity, and I'm going to make a big announcement..."

Abby held up her hand.

A wave of dissatisfied eyes gathered on her again.

Ning Tao smiled: "Miss Abby, you are really impatient, okay, what's your problem?"

Abby stood up: "According to the information I have, you launched a war of terror in the country of Tuqi, and attacked an intelligence station of CIA. No one survived that intelligence station. Also, you launched a terrorist attack in New York, bombed The Black Sail Building was destroyed, and Blackfire suffered heavy casualties. Also, you launched a terrorist attack against Blackfire in Yellowstone Park, and the casualties were even more severe. You have done these horrors, and you still need What evidence?"

Ning Tao said indifferently: "Where is the evidence?"

"Evidence..." Abby was at a loss for words. How could she have any evidence?

Ning Tao said with a smile: "You don't have evidence, so what do you say? If you have evidence, how can my charges be cleared, and how can my arrest warrant be revoked?"

Abby said angrily: "That's what I want to know, you, a terrorist with bloody hands, how did you clear your name?"

Ning Tao said: "I think you can't see the root of the problem. I actually don't care what crimes your US government charges me, let alone your global wanted, not to mention the global wanted, but the whole universe. I won't lose a single hair. Do you think it's interesting for you to entangle this? If you are really dissatisfied, then you can call your president now and ask him to send the army to arrest me. "

"You..." Abby suddenly became angry on the spot.

At this time, the middle-aged Caucasian woman walked over to Abby, with a mobile phone in her hand, she walked to the dining table where Abby was, and said straight to the point: "Miss Abby, I just received a call, you have already Fired by CNN, you are not a reporter, and today's dinner is only open for reporters, please go out."

"What did you say?" Abby's emotions exploded, and she roared, "This is impossible!"

The middle-aged Caucasian woman handed the phone to Abby: "Your boss is still online, why don't you ask him yourself."

Abby answered the phone: "Hello..."

After a few seconds she slumped in a chair.

Talking about freedom of the press and the universal value of justice are not as good as a phone call ordered by Duke Mark.

The world has always spoken with fists.

Dissatisfied?

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