Chapter 843 - 862: She Wants to Be a Hero? Heroes Are Meant to Be Martyrs.
Chapter 843: Chapter 862: She Wants to Be a Hero? Heroes Are Meant to Be Martyrs.
The screen was filled with chilling realizations.
Even ants clung to life. It was impossible that people with money would refuse medical treatment, unless—
They had no money.
But how could these people possibly be broke?
The netizens, feeling as though they had glimpsed the bloody truth hidden in the fog, boiled over with outrage. Everyone began tracing the issue back to its source.
Did the planet fail to comply with the laws? Were the hospital administrators exploiting them at every level? Were the taxes too heavy? Or perhaps...
Q3 was trending. No one expected that a chain reaction sparked by a single student’s withdrawal from a competition could actually threaten the mastermind ruling the planet.
[There’s definitely something shady going on here!]
[Is this Star System under the jurisdiction of the Federation Star? What about the government? Are they doing nothing?]
[Can someone explain? Has anyone called the Cabinet to ask what exactly is going on?]
[Oh my god...]
[So, are these all human lives?]
Countless people had their emotions stirred by this post. The power of public sentiment was immense. By that afternoon, the hashtag #NetizensQuestionUnfairLaborWagesOnQ3Planet surged to the top of the trending list.
It wasn’t that there were no expensive buildings on the boundless expanse of yellow earth. There were, but this particular building was very "low-key."
The owner of the building was a stocky, middle-aged man who loved silvery-white. Unfortunately, silvery-white was far too dazzling on this planet. He had to settle for the next best thing and chose gold—a rather dull shade of gold, at that.
However, embedded secretly within these low-key golden exterior walls were energy stones. These priceless energy stones were arranged in specific patterns to form a high-quality magnetic field, ensuring that the people working inside felt perfectly comfortable.
The interior decor behind the outer walls also exuded a low-key luxury. Artificial leather goods, Crystal Stones, and natural rocks were everywhere, haphazardly yet elegantly piled up to create a rugged beauty.
The man sat in a soft chair, scanning his surroundings. Everything here belonged to him, the master of Q3 Planet.
"Boss, we’re trending," the secretary said. "The big boss above just sent a message, telling us to—" He made a gesture. "Clean house."
The mild-looking man frowned, seemingly vexed. "What happened? Wasn’t everything taken care of from top to bottom?"
The secretary opened his terminal and played a video of Jiang Qiuqiu. "There was a minor accident."
"Let me see. Indeed, she looks like a very gentle and kind little girl." He took a drag of his tobacco and exhaled a cloud of smoke that wreathed the office. "Young people these days all want to be saviors. They don’t know that there are some things you just can’t touch.
"The big boss is too anxious. It’s such a trivial matter; what is there to fear?" He smiled carelessly. "Didn’t we have an even bigger incident before, where everyone died and the building was left empty?"
The secretary remained silent.
After a moment, the man asked again, "Have you looked into her identity?"
"Yes. I heard she’s Dean Zhu’s student."
"Ha! Which Spirit Healing Master from Federation University isn’t Dean Zhu’s student?" The planet governor’s brows relaxed. "A student isn’t all that precious. It’s not like she’s Dean Zhu himself. Besides, even if it were Dean Zhu—there are some things that aren’t easy to meddle in.
"What about her background? She’s not a noble, right?"
"She was born on a P-type planet."
"That explains it. Only the lower class would have this kind of inexplicable heroism."
If she wasn’t a noble, things would be easy.
He stood up. "Heroes often die as martyrs. Arrange for her to be mired in infamy, and then let her die a heroic death."
This man, with a calm tone and a face like a Maitreya Buddha, casually uttered these deadly words.
The secretary understood his implicit meaning. "Understood."