Chapter 387

Chapter 387: I Think Nobody Wants This

Legal?

The council members displayed peculiar expressions, as if they hadn’t heard that word in decades.

Law is essentially a manifestation of power, a set of human-defined rules. The more people bound by these rules, the more authority is acknowledged by the public.

However, this rule clearly does not apply to the council members, as they are the very creators of the laws.

In other words, the law embodies their will, and they are the law incarnate.

As long as they hold power, even openly declaring “I am the law” would likely go unchallenged by most.

So, when the council members had already viewed Arthur as one of their own, they were naturally surprised to hear him mention the law at this moment.

“I don’t understand.”

One council member sincerely said, believing that Arthur was toying with him and should clarify his intentions.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m just asking a simple question.”

Arthur shrugged:

“You all know I’m new here. While I have a general understanding of the explicit rules, I’m still unclear about the unspoken ones, so I appreciate your explanations.”

Everyone fell silent for a few seconds, and then Zhong Ding spoke up:

“This is indeed an illegal action, but Speaker, you should understand that for us, some ears and eyes hidden in the dark are necessary; otherwise, we might easily be deceived by our subordinates.

“Thus, training trustworthy aides is a long-established unspoken rule.”

What Zhong Ding didn’t mention was that this method was also one of the ways most members from the inheritance faction chose their successors, often selecting several at once and then engaging in competitions or challenges until the most suitable one emerged.

“This selection initially focused solely on personal ability, but after the emergence of superpowered individuals in Hope City, the trend shifted towards selecting superpowered individuals, as they are quite practical.

“As for their identities… Some investigations and tasks require them to enter certain places under new identities, so they don’t actually have fixed identities, making it easier to create new ones.

“If you simply want to understand this rule that doesn’t exist on paper, then that’s all of it.”

Zhong Ding maintained a steady tone, knowing that even if he didn’t step forward to defend this, others would likely acknowledge it.

Rather than let someone else take this role, he preferred to play the good guy himself and boost his presence at the same time.

“I wonder if my answer satisfies you? Do you have any other questions?”

Arthur smiled and shook his head:

“I have no questions. I completely understand your methods. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures; the existence of these individuals is necessary for stability.

“As a new member of the council, having such a useful superpowered individual seems reasonable, doesn’t it?

“I just need one helper to alleviate my current situation of being overwhelmed, so I don’t require many—one is enough.”

The council members exchanged glances, finding nothing strange in this request—since he wants it, just give it to him. After all, he’s quite capable and wouldn’t be hindered by one more subordinate.

With hesitance, the council members slowly nodded.

“May I ask if you would like to see the registered superpowered individuals list?”

Arthur quickly stood up from his chair:

“No need, I already have someone in mind.”

As Arthur was about to leave the conference room, Haines suddenly called out to stop him:

“At least discuss it with us; directly transferring him will definitely disrupt the normal operation of his team.”

Arthur paused and turned back, looking puzzled:

“Will it? I thought you all had him locked up for several days, assuming nobody wanted him…”

Locked up for several days…

Locked up? Several days?

Oh no, “Blood Puppet”!

The dazed expressions on everyone’s faces transformed into suppressed anger in just a few seconds.

At that moment, they were not only angry at Arthur’s unilateral decisions but also frustrated with their own foolishness and shortsightedness.

After the medal ceremony, Arthur made sweeping changes within the city, and all the council members focused their attention on him, putting aside everything else for a short time.

They even sent several documents directly to Arthur’s office, merely glancing at them to annoy this newcomer.

Among those documents, there was an application report from the personnel responsible for monitoring the “Blood Puppet,” inquiring whether the council members would consider releasing him.

Clearly, Arthur had withheld this report until now.

Maintaining his turned-back position, Arthur surveyed the council members, who looked as if they had lost their parents, and flashed them a bright smile:

“I’ll go check on my new subordinate. Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

Saying that, he strode confidently out of the conference room, leaving the council members exchanging bewildered glances.

—

In the not-so-spacious Single Room, the only sound was the crackling of electricity from the intercom.

The “Blood Puppet” knew nothing about what was happening outside. That day, he was fully focused on listening to the broadcast of the medal ceremony when, at the most critical moment, it suddenly cut off, seemingly interrupted on purpose by someone.

This action made the “Blood Puppet” very anxious, as he genuinely feared that his companion, who cared so much for humanity, had fallen into the hands of the cunning council members.

In this anxious state, he endured the past few days, hoping for good news to come through the broadcast.

But unfortunately, it seemed that the person who cut the broadcast never intended to restore it.

“Tap tap.”

In the room filled only with the sound of electricity, the “Blood Puppet” suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside.

A wave of tension surged in his chest. After listening for these few days, he could already determine that the other rooms nearby did not have any “guests” like himself.

Either new prisoners were brought here, or… he was about to face judgment.

He held his breath, using the swirling blood within him to sharpen his senses, carefully distinguishing the footsteps outside.

Although the footsteps belonged to three or four individuals, the enhanced five senses of the “Blood Puppet” were still powerful enough to detect details.

Is it him?

The “Blood Puppet” jolted in surprise.

In that moment of sudden realization, he felt no joy; instead, he became worried about the friend he had only met once.

The footsteps grew closer, and the “Blood Puppet” carefully watched the gap at the door, wanting to see where those people would take his friend.

However, the footsteps stopped right in front of his door.

Then the sound of a lock being opened echoed, and the door swung open. The “Blood Puppet” stepped back and saw two management personnel looking troubled on either side, and in the center was the… golden giant.

“Hey, buddy.”