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Li Yaoyang didn't know what to say, and the seemingly cold Cecil turned out to be a compassionate person.

He is even worried about the future of the ugly country, and even gives a voice to those who are living in misery.

If the ugly country is a contradiction, then Cecil is the most typical representative of it.

The farther the car goes, it feels closer to the suburbs than Lynnwood Manor.

During this period, Cecil told Li Yaoyang a lot of his opinions.

He was always listening, and although he was unimpressed by many of his opinions, he still listened attentively.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that Cecil was actually an anarchist fanatic, and if the forces or families behind him knew, they would probably want to strangle him.

"It's here!" Cecil spoke, and the next second, the driver slammed on the brakes.

Li Yaoyang looked out, with a puzzled expression, there was no place in front of the village and no store in the back, and there was not even a house.

He suddenly had a ridiculous idea, he wouldn't be pitted out to kill people, right?

Don't blame him for being suspicious, this place is really terrifying, there are dense forests on the left and right, black rumbling, and the moonlight is dim, which can be described as reaching out and not seeing five fingers, and anyone who faces such an environment can't help but think more.

"This way—" Cecil stepped into the woods, and he couldn't see anything special, so how could he be sure it was this way?

Li Yaoyang opened his mouth, wanted to open his mouth but held back, but he silently put his hand in his pocket, and felt the cold iron bump to settle down a little.

The road was bumpy, with pine needles and fallen leaves under his feet, and the feeling of stepping on was very strong, but Li Yaoyang didn't feel comfortable, he only felt empty in his heart, and his fingers kept scrubbing Browning's smooth and cold surface.

The two walked silently for more than ten minutes, except for the fierce night wind and the rustling under their feet, there was no sound, not even insects and birds.

Li Yaoyang has already made a horror movie in his mind, or a plasma film.

He decided to walk for another 2 minutes, and then walk away without seeing his head, no matter what Cecil thought of himself, and no matter what he thought of him, he would not play with him.

However, after only half a minute or so, he finally saw a glimmer of light, not like moonlight like water, but a flame.

Soon, he confirmed with his own eyes that it was a flame, and a strong man in a suit was waiting there with a torch.

"Mr. Price."

"I've been waiting."

"It should."

The other party glanced at Li Yaoyang, didn't talk nonsense, turned around and led the way in front.

Li Yaoyang felt that it was a real hammer, this is especially the plot in a horror movie.

This Cecil can't be a member of a cult, right? He thought to himself.

Although I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door if I don't do bad things, but in this scene in front of me, Tyson is also empty!

It used to be two people walking, but now it's three people, and it doesn't seem to make a difference except for the footsteps that are a little louder.

Li Yaoyang endured and endured, and finally couldn't help it:

"How far do you have to go?"

Well, a bit of a cowardice.

Cecil's breathing was a little messy, and it seemed that he was a little unwell after walking all these distances.

"It's a few minutes away, it's almost there."

A few minutes? That's okay, let's go.

So, after walking for another three or four minutes, this time he saw a greater light, and it seemed that there was a house in the depths of the dense forest.

"It's here!" The strong man in the suit said.

"Where the hell is this?" Li Yaoyang was so curious.

"Our home." Cecil used us, which shows that he has a deep affection for this place.

After a few steps out of the woods, the view suddenly opened up to a castle made of stones.

The castle is small in size, and it looks claustrophobic and mysterious in the moonlight.

Three differently shaped roofs add a touch of interest to the castle, and the three roofs mean that the castle has three buildings connected together.

The triangular roof is located at the front, the watchtower-like roof is at the right rear, and the dome is at the left rear, and the three buildings are in a three-legged position.

"It used to be a squire's residence, but he died after less than two months, and was discovered much later by his clergyman's friend."

As for how it ended up in their hands, Li Yaoyang didn't bother to ask, just that thing inside and out, he was more curious about what secrets were hidden in this castle.

The strong man in the suit led them into the main building with a triangular roof, and as soon as they entered the house, they were wrapped in a sense of warmth.

The room was brightly lit, and from time to time there was the sound of laughter and clinking glasses, and there were many people inside.

From the moment he stepped through the threshold, Cecil had a smile on his face, a smile he had never seen before at Lynnwood Manor.

"You've already guessed who we are, have you?" Cecil stopped at the entrance and suddenly turned around and asked.

"Uh..."

"It's okay, I'm just here so that you can get to know us better, and you have the right to choose your inclination."

Li Yaoyang touched his nose, he didn't know what to do, anarchist, and the anarchist who could get together with Cecil could also be called a liberal, or a no-nonsense.

"Thirty years ago, one of our like-minded friends launched the Occupy Wall Street movement in protest against poverty, unemployment, and the monopoly of wealth by financiers, but in the end, he failed, unfortunately, and with a somewhat disastrous result."

Li Yaoyang's brain was spinning rapidly, he really should study history hard.

However, even if he did not know, it did not prevent him from making a correct guess, the trend of assassinating the rich by anarchists was born in Europe at the end of the 19th century, flourished in the 20th century, and there must be no shortage of followers in ugly countries.

But these people were originally linked to violence.

Especially in the past two or three decades, ugly people have been very dissatisfied with the financial tycoons of New York.

Vast amounts of wealth have been amassed into the hands of a few, to the detriment of workers and trade unions, and as a result, horrific acts, including assassinations of prominent millionaires, have been carried out.

The man Cecil was talking about, in fact, was Henry Knox, who had a bomb on his back and went to the 71 Broadway building in downtown Manhattan to meet Russell Sage, a wealthy businessman, financier and railroad tycoon at the time.

But Sage refused to talk to him, and Knox handed Sage a letter demanding $1.2 million.

Sage ordered him to leave immediately, after which Knox placed the backpack containing the explosives on the floor.

The explosion killed Knox on the spot and injured Sage.

Yes, that's the truth, not for the sake of righteousness, as Cecil said!

"You brought me here to let me join you?"

"Hehe, when you go in, you will know that we not only have whites, but also the best talents of all races, blacks, Indians, whites, only the lack of yellow people, of course, this is also related to the fact that your race was too low-key before, and I didn't have a chance to know you until I met you."

Li Yaoyang didn't know whether to cry or laugh:

"Am I supposed to feel honored?"