Brooklyn is very fond of chicken necks and heads. Unfortunately, the bones of this chicken head are so hard that it seems impossible to suck every drop of bone marrow.

Brooklyn asked with a secret pity

"Is this your own idea, or is it theirs?" He didn't explain who 'they' meant, and Anthony understood it.

During the time of John Manning, there were 17 factions in the Harvard Parliament, and during the time of Burke Forsman, many people were purged and identified by Burke Forsman as tumors.

Until the Manhattan hotel meeting, none of the 17 factions had actually disappeared, and most of the leaders of those 17 factions were still there.

Brooklyn, Anthony, and Burke fought among themselves before, relying on their respective factions.

The three of them are also one of 17. But the Manhattan Hotel meeting was over, and Brooklyn established the policy of "all members of the council are equal", "no one is superior to whom", and "everyone can write to me", and launched a purge of these 17 factions, constantly encroaching on and transforming their members.

For this general trend, the leaders of the 17 factions are the remnants of the old era. Brooklyn has transformed from a remnant to a leader of a new era.

Burke has transformed from a remnant to an overseer of the new age. Anthony is still a remnant. He represents the remnant.

Because in the first place, this purge and encroachment began with his help—the first and most fundamental purpose of Brooklyn's retention of Anthony was stability.

Now Anthony is surrendering to Brooklyn on behalf of the remnant.

"Anthony, we have a personal relationship." Seeing that Anthony didn't speak, Brooklyn said

"Although we once wished that each other would fall to their deaths, we had a friendship."

"You're not like them." Anthony smiled ugly

"We are like tigers with teeth and claws removed, and there is no threat to you anymore. You don't have to be so cautious. "It's time like this, and Brooklyn is still thinking about splitting him and them, which makes Anthony even more desperate.

Brooklyn was already in control, but he didn't let his guard down in the slightest. Brooklyn shook his head and laughed

"You're a bunch of stray wild cats at best, not tigers."

"What about me?" Anthony asked

"I'm a wildcat too?" Brooklyn followed the prestige and looked at Anthony. He could clearly see the conceit in those slightly cloudy eyes.

So Brooklyn shook his head

"No, you're not."

"You and Burke Forsman are real Menghu. Only you can grasp the corner. Getting Brooklyn's acknowledgment seems to have made Anthony feel a lot better.

Brooklyn said

"There's no way they're going to leave now. It was they who created the weakness of Harvard. They are the leeches that lie on Harvard's body and suck blood. ”

"I've been sucking for decades and feeding myself to my fill. Now it's their turn to dedicate themselves to Harvard and repay Harvard's nurturing grace. ”

"So, Anthony, there's no way they're leaving. Let them go, unless time can go back forty years. Brooklyn confessed.

In this time, the remnants of the "them" did not participate in the garbage station project of the specialized research group. Brooklyn was impressed by the eyes of these 'senior members,' but that was about it.

Under the general trend, their resistance is just a mantis arm as a car. They can't let go of the pride of 'senior', they can't give up the power in their hands, and they still have daydreams of being safe and sound.

Brooklyn had already made coffins for them. They left just right, just in time for someone to take the blame, to push out to attract hatred.

- If they could stand in front of him like Anthony and tell him that the conditions were too harsh, I would rather die than agree, and Brooklyn would look up to them.

It's like looking up at Anthony.

"There's no future in mixing with them." Brooklyn said

"Anthony, you should be with Burke, with me, with us."

"It's impossible for a tiger to have a common topic with a pack of stray dogs." Anthony shook his head

"Brooklyn, I really don't want to waste any more time on this."

"I can leave them alone—I don't care about them, can you give me a decent exit?" Anthony shook his head and said to himself

"No, you can't."

"You won't even let Lopez Mitchelson go."

"Burke willingly gave you a knife, I don't."

"I'm not taking advantage of anyone." Brooklyn interrupted

"I sincerely hope that you will stay and do what a tiger should do, instead of messing around with stray dogs all day and doing nothing." Brooklyn took a breath and said

"That's it, Anthony. How about sitting in the base camp of Boston? ”

"I'll give you Boston. In addition, the law school lacks a new dean. ”

"I need you to kill Yale, Heather Gerken, that fat man."

"When I have my hands free, I'm going to put him in the toilet and drown!" Brooklyn clenched his fists and said fiercely.

Then he looked up and said

"Drown Heather Gerken and you're good to go. What do you think? "Whatever handed Boston to him was actually a nice one, and the real bargaining chips in this deal were only two pieces — one for Anthony to leave and the other for the dean of Harvard Law School.

These two chips are inherently contradictory. Anthony's eyes were complicated as he looked at Brooklyn. How can it not be complicated?

Anthony wasn't a scalper like them, and he sensed the contradiction between the two chips when Brooklyn spoke.

Brooklyn kept saying that he would let him go, but he had been preparing to keep him. Anthony looked at Brooklyn, but the thought of Burke Forsman was in mind.

That's a man who is incredibly annoying, extremely wary of red. But such a person was forcibly pressed by Brooklyn to run back and forth for Harvard, which now I don't know what color it is.

Burke Forsman loved Harvard so much that he probably didn't even think about what would happen to him, he just had to see Harvard thriving.

Anthony and Brooklyn admired Burke Forsman for this. Anthony thought of that afternoon again.

He was on vacation on the island, surfing with his grandson, the wind was not strong, the girls walking around the beach were very eye-catching, and the peacock-like boys.

He was admiring the beauty on the beach that day when he was interrupted by a sudden web conference. It was from that day that the video conference awakened the ambition in his heart that had withered and was waiting to die.

It was also from that day that he fell into a deep whirlpool and could not extricate himself. If he had been surfing with his grandson for a while that afternoon, or had not coveted the youthful flesh on the beach, and had gone back early to have a sauna, a sleep, or a bar appointment, perhaps there would not have been so much to do.

"Okay." Anthony bitterly agreed. Brooklyn nodded in satisfaction and stepped forward to give Anthony a hug.

While hugging you, he suddenly found that this tall and strong old man was not in good health, and when he pounced, Anthony stumbled and almost fell, and he patted Anthony on the back, and Anthony was obviously breathing.

"Take a break." Brooklyn let go, took two steps back, and said. This is the most sincere, heartfelt, and consistent sentence he has said since the two met tonight.

Anthony nodded. Brooklyn turned and beckoned to the figure under the streetlamp behind him. Harrison walked briskly.

"There's something you can contact Bob and he can help you." Brooklyn admonished, and finally said

"Anthony, welcome to you. You won't regret your choice. With that, he waved his hand and led Harrison back the way he came.

"You're not afraid of me......" Seeing Brooklyn stop, Anthony paused for a moment and continued

"Can't I stop Heather Gerken?" Brooklyn dared to swear by his fiancée's father that Anthony was not trying to say that at all, he was supposed to say, 'Aren't you afraid that I'm not afraid that I'll join forces with Heather Gerken against you because I'm dissatisfied with you.'"

It just doesn't sound good to say that, and Anthony chooses to embellish it a little, to be a little more tactful. Brooklyn pointed to the roof of the library

"You're a person who isn't even afraid of death, and I don't think I can use anything to blackmail you into doing things other than believing in you."

"Anthony, I'm sure you can. You're the previous Speaker of Harvard, how could you lose to Heather Gerken, that dead fat man who has nothing but fat? "It's all nonsense.

Brooklyn said a lot, and the core of it was 'I'm not afraid, you can be a traitor if you want.'"

If it were Burke Forsman or Dan Liss or Mitchelson or something, Brooklyn wouldn't even think about it.

They simply don't betray Harvard. But Anthony doesn't have to. When Anthony was a justice, he was swinging the ticket and making good friends on both sides, which was his ability.

Brooklyn was very wary and jealous of Anthony, and he fully considered whether letting Anthony deal with Heather Gerken would backfire and unite the two old coins.

But then he gave up thinking about it. Anthony had already given the answer - he wanted a decent exit.

A traitor to Harvard, helping Yale, this is not a decent exit. And Anthony's final question made Brooklyn even more worried.

Now Brooklyn is 100 percent sure that Anthony will entertain Heather Gerken well. The purpose of coming to Boston was all solved.

Out of the Harvard campus, Brooklyn and Harrison remembered an important thing - Webster booked a hotel for them was several kilometers away, Brooklyn and Harrison looked at each other, helplessly took out their mobile phones, and were about to contact the hotel to pick them up, but a retro classic car suddenly stopped in front of them.

Amid the rumbling engine noise, the windows opened, and a head poked out, grinning at Brooklyn

"Sir, do you need a taxi?" Harrison reached for the back with one hand, stepped forward vigilantly, and side-blocked in front of Brooklyn.

Brooklyn patted Harrison on the shoulder and greeted with a smile

"Little Joseph!" Little Joseph smiled happily, opened the car door, and pounced on Brooklyn. Brooklyn was taken aback, and hurriedly took a half step back and caught it.

Little Joseph was hanging on Brooklyn and screaming.

"I'm going to kill you! None of you remembered to call me!! Little Joseph slapped Brooklyn's back like a child who had finally met his parents.

It took a long time for Joseph Jr. to come down from Brooklyn. Brooklyn pulled him along

"This is Joseph F. Kennedy Jr., a descendant of President Kennedy."

"This is my new bodyguard, Jason Harrison. He is professional, much more professional than Ray. Harrison nodded, not enthusiastic.

Little Joseph looked Harrison up and down like a crazy man, and greeted him warmly.

After saying hello, little Joseph asked, gesturing to his car

"Brooklyn, where are you going, I can send you there." He wasn't a child, so he knew that Brooklyn didn't come to see him.

He was very happy to meet him. Brooklyn and the entire Court 9 were the few friends he'd ever made, real friends.

Brooklyn reported the address of the hotel, and little Joseph was really familiar with it, so he kept nodding his head as soon as he heard the name, and when Brooklyn finished speaking, he immediately said

"I know there, and I'll take you there. I was just going to go there. ”

"You're going to this hotel too?" Brooklyn asked.

"Hmm." Little Joseph hummed and didn't say much. Brooklyn thought about it and thought it wasn't surprising to think so.

Joseph Jr. is an adult, is it difficult to understand such a thing as asking someone to play poker? While talking, the three of them got into the car, and little Joseph started the car and drove towards the hotel with a sigh.

Brooklyn looked at the interior of the car, this retro classic car was not comfortable to sit on at all, the interior was wood except for wood, hard and stiff, panicked.

Brooklyn didn't have much research on cars, wasn't a vintage car enthusiast, wasn't a botanist, and didn't know anything about the wood that made him uncomfortable.

"Brooklyn, when did you come to Boston?" Joseph Jr. asked, chatting while driving.

"Today." Brooklyn twisted her ass and explained

"It's a bit urgent to come here, and I'm going back to New York tomorrow." It's a bit embarrassing to come to a city and not visit a friend, but to be bumped into by a friend.

"Is it Heather Gerken?" Joseph Jr. asked. Brooklyn was a little surprised.

"You know Heather Gerken?"

"Of course." Joseph Jr. spoke in a show-off tone about Heather Gerken's post and expressed his opinion.

Brooklyn listened intently, not nodded. is worthy of being a member of the Kennedy family, and his eyes are very vicious.

Although the point of view is still a bit immature, considering that Joseph Jr. has no practical experience and relies entirely on theory, it can be seen that Heather Gerken's purpose is to drag down Harvard, not to help Harvard absorb foreign population and strengthen its strength, which is already very remarkable.

Brooklyn flicked his ass and affirmed

"Your analysis makes a lot of sense, but you need to be careful to compare it to Heather Gerken's previous ways. A person's style may change, but it will never change suddenly. He likes to set up a chain of ......" Joseph Jr. stopped at an intersection and waited for the green light, he turned around and took out a mat from behind and handed it to Brooklyn.

Then he pointed to his ass.

"I feel like my ass is ...... when I sit"