In the Parisia store, two middle-aged n looked down through the second-floor window at the bustling crowd on Champs-Elysees below.
The lean one was nad Gaul Siens, the manager of the Champs-Elysees Parisia store; the other was Videla Sieberger from the headquarters, the Europe regional director. It seed as though there was a huge gap in their status, but in reality, their positions weren't that different.
For Parisia, the store on Champs-Elysees held a special significance; it was almost the face of the brand. Its manager had a critical status in the entirety of Parisia.
"Gaul, about yesterday's incident, I hope it doesn't happen again today. Such events deal a big blow to our brand, Parisia, and could easily cause us to lose our Huaxia consurs!"
"Hahaha, don't worry. At most, they're just protesting verbally. Look, the majority of those lining up outside today are still Huaxia people. Everyone is a businessman chasing after capital profits. No one will truly be at odds with money," Gaul seed to harbor no regrets about his decision from the day before.
"Don't underestimate Huaxia too much. Our annual turnover, Huaxia people account for 30% to 50%. Without the support of Huaxia custors, Parisia could just close down," Videla stated, "Yesterday's news caused quite a stir in Huaxia, and their protests were loud."
"Alright, if it cos to it, just bla all the mistakes on that security guard," Gaul laughed, "At most, it will seem like a minor oversight on our part. No one is really going to investigate thoroughly."
"I hope so," Videla said, "but I still stand by my words, never underestimate the Huaxia people, and never underestimate the anger of the Huaxia people."
"Co on my friend, lighten up. Look, our custor traffic today is already twice what it was yesterday. Don't you think that yesterday's incident, in a way, also served as publicity for us?" Gaul pointed to the group of young people below, "Look, they are all so vibrant!"
"It's strange, how do these hundreds of people seem to know each other?"
"What's so strange about that? There are hundreds of tour groups on Champs-Elysees every day. It's probably just a sowhat larger tour group."
"Why do I always feel a little uneasy?"
"Maybe you've been too busy with work recently? Why don't you give up being a director and find a more leisurely position instead?"
"Wait, look, sothing seems off with them!"
"What's off?"
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At the very bustling entrance of Parisia, the launch ti was almost upon them. For so unknown reason, perhaps just to join in the bustling scene, over seven hundred patients from the Dawn ntal Hospital had lined up, with more than three hundred of them waiting outside.
They chatted and laughed with each other, seemingly reminiscing about their mories in the hospital—those ludicrous behaviors even they found to be ridiculous.
"Mr. Zhang, it's ti," the voice of Ye Yin resounded in Zhang nglong's ear.
"Another milk tea!" Zhang nglong told the milk tea shop's server, "Friends, get your phones ready. What follows is the mont to witness a miracle!"
An invisible ripple spread out from a spot near Zhang nglong, a movent with no physical manifestation—it was invisible and intangible but existed in a tangible way through a certain dium. If it had to be described with a word, it would be sothing akin to "telekinesis."
The waves passed through ordinary people without any effect on their bodies. However, when they reached the patients from Dawn ntal Hospital, they beca frozen in place as if a Paralysis Spell had been cast, as if a switch on their bodies had been touched.
Over seven hundred individuals—so were eating, so frolicking, so hopping around—but all were suddenly stalled in motion, while the people at their sides went on with their natural rhythms of movent.
Is there anything stranger than suddenly seeing hundreds of motionless people on the street? All the custors at Champs-Elysees Spring stopped in their tracks and focused intently on this odd group. For so reason, a faint unease settled in everyone's heart.
A mont later, the lock that had been holding them seed to be released. The faces of all showed a variety of expressions—so were fierce, so dull, so delirious, so sad, and even so violent and bloody.
The young man called Videla instinctively began to search his back, but the wooden ruler that had been inseparable from him for a full two years was nowhere to be found.
"Who! Who stole my Xuan Heavy Ruler! Emperor Huntian, is it you? Co out and fight , I, Xiao Yan, know more than just ruler techniques!"
This outburst imdiately drew everyone's attention. They instinctively stepped back from this suddenly raving man.
"Xiao Yan, I've been looking for you for many years, and my Five Continuous Lightning Whips have reached the Zenith level; today, I will decide the winner with your Wrathful Buddha's Fury Lotus!"
"Bring it on! I'll kill you first, then go after that Emperor Huntian!"
Suddenly, the two of them began to fight like they had lost their minds.
"Security? Where's security? Soone's gone mad over here!" Surrounding tourists promptly started calling for guards.
"What's the matter? What happened?" A security guard rushed over in a hurry—it was the sa guard who helped five locals bully that young man from Huaxia yesterday!
"I don't know, these two just started fighting out of nowhere, shouting sothing about Emperor Huntian."
"Could they be ntally ill?"
"Surely not? They seed perfectly normal just a mont ago, didn't sothing happen to cause a dispute?"
The guard looked at the two people entangled in a fight, and for a mont wasn't sure which one he should go help.
"Bang!" Just then, a golf club ferociously struck the back of the guard's head, knocking him out cold on the ground. A Frankfurt teenager, who was evidently having an episode, swung the golf club rapidly over his head. He disdainfully glanced at the guard who had passed out, and with a contemptuous tone, said, "Hmph, not one decent fighter among them!"
"Ah!"
"Soone's lost it over here! Where's security? Soone co quick!"
"What are you doing? Sir, please put down whatever you're holding, or we will have to call the police!"
The already noisy street suddenly exploded into several tis the commotion—screams, the sound of glass breaking, cursing, cries for help—it was an eruption of pandemonium!
"Hahaha! I have finally mastered the ultimate martial arts!"
"Sir, sir, please take off the clothes you're wearing; that outfit is very expensive!"
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"Voldemort! You killed my parents, today you will pay your debts with blood! Disarm your weapon!"
"Sir, you haven't paid for the raincoat and the cat teaser yet!"
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"Orcs will never be slaves!"
"Gul'dan!"
"Look, everyone! I've turned into light, I've turned into light—Ultraman really does exist in this world!"
"Have you seen my gauntlet? With just a snap of my fingers, half of you here will turn to ash!"
"I desire human blood, I need human blood!"
"Sir, that is a 200,000-dollar bottle of wine, not human blood!"
"I am the reincarnation of Emperor Qin Shi Huang; right now, I need 3000 elite soldiers. Once I've conquered Europe, I will surely reward you with titles of nobility!"
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