The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician-Chapter 593 - 303: The Magic of Flying Knife under Live Streaming_2
Was the leader’s obstinacy really going to lead to the demise of "Deception"?
However, at this moment, the leader was unaware of Maine’s inner thoughts as he opened his wristwatch and released a Simulated Light Screen, which hovered in midair and measured approximately one square meter.
Subsequently, over one hundred people by the leader’s side also released Simulated Light Screens, positioning them adjacent to the leader’s screen.
Eventually, the Simulated Light Screens released by these individuals combined in midair to form a massive screen of over one hundred square meters which displayed a live broadcast.
At the center of the screen was the president.
He was tied to a large vertical disk, with a cloth stuffed in his mouth. Although he still wore a smart suit, it was clear that he was not in a good situation.
He embodied the appearance of someone kidnapped.
When the president’s face appeared, the followers of "Deception" managed to remain quiet, whereas the ordinary crowd outside erupted in confusion, seemingly clueless about what was happening.
Why was the president appearing in a live broadcast?
Who had kidnapped him?
Was it a stunt or something else?
Could it have been followers of "Deception" who kidnapped him?
But that wouldn’t make sense, would it? If "Deception" followers had kidnapped him, why would they then march and compel the Sages Group to release their president?
"Good evening, everyone." Suddenly, a fox’s head appeared on camera, filling the screen before quickly pulling back to reveal the full figure of the speaker, "I am your favorite Mr. Fox."
"Deception Group!"
"It’s the Fox! It’s the Fox!"
"So they weren’t caught after all!"
During this period, the Deception Group had been out of the public eye, leading many to speculate that they had been arrested by the police. The reemergence of the Deception Group thus surprised everyone present.
Moreover, the Deception Group had not only reappeared but also kidnapped the president of the Sages Group...
Following past practices of the Deception Group, they were likely to execute the president publicly next!
With this thought, the crowd felt a surge of anticipation. Since they had participated in such a demonstration, they clearly despised Sages Group’s actions.
Wouldn’t the onlookers applaud if the Deception Group acted as agents of divine retribution?
"Recently, I have been in Thirteen District, hmm, touring," the Fox continued nonchalantly, his voice leisurely as if making small talk, "While here, I also met a like-minded fellow, yes, this guy."
At that moment, the camera pivoted to a person wearing a smiling mask.
The mask was almost pure white, except for the eyes and the highly curved lips which were black, and the smile appeared sinisterly mocking.
"Hello everyone, I am a newcomer to the Deception Group." The smiling figure waved his hand, his voice altered electronically, making it sound synthetic, "It’s great to meet all of you here."
He seemed almost shy as if a newcomer entering the workplace.
"Recently, the hottest news in Thirteen District has been about this president," the Fox eyed Jiang Shu’s debut as a newcomer and found it amusing, yet he continued, "It is said that within the Sages Group, he’s involved in workplace bullying and monitors private lives, and has even spilled much blood for it."
"I always presume the worst of capitalists, but still, I cannot understand why some wouldn’t even maintain a façade of peace and need to implement oppression so deeply and ubiquitously," he went on, "So, I invited him here to ask him some detailed questions."
"Sure enough, without any lawyer’s assistance, our president quickly confessed to the facts," the Fox chuckled behind his mask.
"By the way, there’s another party involved who came along," Fox pointed to the other side, and the camera turned in that direction.
Hughes’s face appeared in the frame. He appeared to be surprised by the sudden filming, so his expression was a bit taken aback.
Fox then said with a smile, "Come, say hello to everyone."
"Hello... everyone," Hughes’s facial expression was somewhat stiff as he mechanically waved to the camera.
"Come, tell us, what exactly did that man do?" Fox asked, "Tell it in front of the camera."
"President... he killed my friend Liu Sheng!" Hughes remembered the scene that night. "At the company’s gathering, Liu Sheng was beaten to death by him!"
He spoke these words in front of the camera and immediately felt much lighter, "And many others—this wasn’t the first time he’s done such a thing. He’s killed many people, and his men have killed many too!"
Hughes spoke, growing increasingly agitated, "He’s a murderer!"
"Okay, okay," Fox patted Hughes’s back, seemingly trying to console him, and then continued, "It seems, Mr. Hughes is a bit agitated, but clearly, he has been unjustly treated, hasn’t he?"
Fox coughed, cleared his throat, and then continued, "Considering the crimes committed by the president, it seems he needs to be sentenced to death. Now let’s hear what the president has to say."
With that, he walked over to the president, who was bound to a round disc, and removed the cloth gag from his mouth. "Now it’s your turn to defend yourself, Mr. President."
"I admit, I have indeed made many mistakes," the president’s first words caught everyone off guard as he remained absolutely calm, "but I have never killed anyone. It was just that the supervision team and the security team misunderstood my intentions, or perhaps they felt they could act recklessly under my protection. I punished them afterward, but eventually, fearing the escalation of the situation, I did not send them to the police. I admit, these were my errors."
The president’s statement was cleverly crafted, taking some blame while denying the severe accusations, admitting only to significant oversights under his command.
His defense was nearly perfect, skillfully shifting the blame.
He added, "I deeply regret my mistakes, so I am willing to donate all my personal assets, including deposits and all real estate. I wish to use them to compensate the employees of the group, to make amends for my mistakes."
"Very well, in front of the camera, President offers a vastly different story from Hughes," Fox said with a chuckle, "but unfortunately, Mr. President seems to have forgotten one thing—your head of security is also present at our tribunal here."
Following Fox’s cue, the camera turned to the head of security.
The cloth gag was removed from the mouth of the head of security, who quickly assessed the situation at the scene and said swiftly, "He’s lying! He’s the one who killed those people, and he secretly ordered us to do the previous killings too!"
The head of security was no fool. Knowing he was already here and that the president’s power and status were useless, was there any need for him to take the blame for the president anymore?
Clearly, there wasn’t.
"You!" The president’s face changed, and he erupted in sudden fury. "What are you talking about! Lied! You dog! If it weren’t for me making you head, you’d still be living like a dog!"
The president, feeling the threat of death, could no longer maintain his cultivated image.
"I think we have our answer," Fox chuckled. He did not stuff the cloth back into the president’s mouth, as per Jiang Shu’s advice, letting the president display his fear of death throughout.
Only by doing so could the deep-seated fear of the president in the hearts of the employees truly be dispelled.
Fox looked towards Jiang Shu, who had been waiting on the side, and nodded at him.
The focal point of the evening wasn’t the trial; he had to save time for the real protagonist.
"Of course, Mr. President, even amidst these grave accusations, we won’t simply kill you; you still have a chance to live," Fox continued, walking over to the president and gently started rotating the disc.
"Wait, what are you doing?!" The president felt his body spinning with the disc, causing a deep-seated fear.
And before him, the person wearing a smiley mask tossed a flying knife into the air and then caught it smoothly.
"Next, let’s play a game, Mr. President."
