The flying locomotive drove all the way to the door of Robert's apartment building, and the cool night breeze eased his discomfort, and he was now able to walk with Kramer's support.

The traffic in Angel City is still flowing on the polar night, but the building is quieter than ever. The two took the elevator to the 73rd floor, and after helping Robert take out the electronic key and open the door, William. Kramer turned and walked away.

"Wait...... You haven't explained it all to me yet. Robert said urgently, holding on to the doorframe of his residence, his body still not fully recovered.

"I don't know more than you do." Kramer walked to the elevator without looking back.

"But you know they're going to deal with me...... Who sent you? Robert asked, and he watched Kramer step into the elevator, turn around and look at him, and the focus of the two was cut off by the closed elevator door. And to his question, Kramer did not answer.

He was a mercenary of the True Guard Company, and the act of rescue just now could never be interpreted as spontaneous, and the True Guard Company only provided services to the Heisenberg chaebol. Haydn can't hire such a ruthless character, so there is only one candidate......

The man who had robbed him of his heart and trampled it to pieces......

......

The sigh that tugged at the heartstrings, the entangled and struggling body, the remnants of the smile of joy, and the tears in the corners of his eyes scratched an unhealable wound in the softest part of his heart.

After that incident, she showed weakness to Robert more than once, from a high-ranking empress to a little girl who hung her head and confessed her mistakes.

But he couldn't forgive her, and with the indelible memory of that scene, he could never ......

She ended up marrying Schneider. Heinrich was married to his childhood friend, a brilliant inventor and a far-sighted man.

They are a perfect combination of beauty and excellence, and just as he and she had done before, Heisenberg's Empress finally turned to his replacement, the fellow who, like him, had fallen in love with this beautiful stunner since childhood.

Werner gave Schneider everything for this, wealth and power that he did not understand in the slightest and once spurned, but which Schneider had always pursued. He had the talent and the wisdom that he deserved to get, and under Werner, Schneider was supposed to be the de facto controller of this huge family.

But does she still have that nasty habit? Or did Schneider acquiesce to what he could not tolerate?

In this huge storm of power in the Silver Alliance, what role did she play with the head of the family that he had not seen since he was a child?

When he accidentally became the target of the behind-the-scenes manipulators, was she really trying to protect herself?

Zoroaster's rescue and tonight's mercenary named Kramer, if that were the case, she had already saved him twice.

Sitting on the sofa, Robert's thoughts were in turmoil, he poured himself a glass of pure water with a semi-circular carafe on the coffee table next to him, his fingers trembled and raised it to his mouth and swallowed, the chaotic memories of the old days made his heart anxious, and the complicated reality made his mouthpiece like a fire.

He raised his wrist and pressed a set of numbers from the dial interface of the holographic watch. Haydn left him a voice encryption phone number.

"Kent...... "Michael". Haydn's haggard face appeared above the watch, his face pale, with a few visible bloodshot streaks in his eyes, and, like Robert, he clearly did not intend to fall asleep.

"Haydn, I've been attacked tonight......" Robert said to the hologram with a sinking face.

"What? Where is it? Is it a shadowless man? How did you escape? Michael, who was shocked, immediately threw out a bunch of questions.

"Not long ago, on the way back to my apartment, they seemed to be taking me somewhere, but I was rescued halfway." Robert replied.

"Not a shadowless man?" Michael asked, confused, and Robert shook his head slowly at him.

"Who saved you?" The chief of staff then asked.

"A mercenary of the True Guard Company."

"By chance?"

"I don't think so, we met in Zoroaster, and he was part of the hostage rescue." Robert replied truthfully.

"Sophia. Heinrich, right? Michael's face was expressionless, and after receiving Robert's silent acquiescence, he said solemnly, "Your past is protecting you, on some level." The holographic figure on the watch stares closely at the person holding his wrist up.

"Whatever their role in this, the Heisenbergs are in the game, and your survival proves one thing......," Michael solemnly said.

"There are still fragile links in this alliance of wealth and power, and they are not strong enough, and maybe that's good news for us." Under Robert's inquiring gaze, Michael gave this explanation.

"Why do you think so? There were no shadowless people, no deadly assassinations, I mean, they didn't seem to want to hurt me. Robert questioned.

"Don't be naïve, Robert, if there is no final salvation, you will surely die! They may want to clean up the traces, or they may want to learn something from you, but as a bureau-level official of the Banc Alliance, do you really think they will release you afterwards? Michael said in a solemn voice.

"Okay, but Sophia she ...... Maybe she didn't know about the whole thing...... "A entanglement with the past, an idealized refusal to admit the fact that she was really innocent in this conspiracy?" This conclusion was not believed even by himself.

"Is there a campaign for the next president of the Interbank League, the timing of Fakhl's independence, and the media propaganda that claims to be the savior of the hostages? Don't make people laugh, Robert, it's a simple fact, and she's one of the masterminds! Michael sighed and shook his head.

"But judging from her final soft-heartedness towards you, there should still be suspicions and disagreements between the principals and the Heisenbergs, you see, one side has attacked you while the other tries to save you, and they are not as invulnerable as we think."

"So what do I do at the moment?" Robert asked. The strange veil hidden behind the mysterious curtain has been lifted since Alex's tragic death. Now that they have begun to move on him, then they will inevitably know these small actions of Michael behind his back, and for the choice of the starting point, Michael, as the chief staff of the chairman, is naturally more operational than him, the small director of the Development Committee.