Chapter 368 Burning in the Dark

"Let's pay attention to the hot news of this period. Alan, the special hero of the New Moon City Council and the director of the Public Security Bureau, was recently involved in a scandal. A girl filed a complaint on her social homepage, claiming that she had been sexually assaulted by Alan."

"The spokesperson of the City Council claimed that the authorities have noticed the news circulating on the Internet. The municipal garrison has taken strict protection measures for the girl in question and has filed a case for investigation into the scandal. The first trial will be held tonight."

"Director Alan, as the creator of the golden age of the border, has always been a model figure in New Moon City, but under that brilliant political achievement, he hides such an ugly face, which greatly disappoints us."

Fenrir sat on the sofa in the living room, and the sound of the news on the TV kept coming, echoing coldly around.

Her face was covered with bruises, as if she had just fought with someone. The swollen purple and red medicine mixed together, making the handsome face extremely dirty.

The fists were tightly clenched together, with bruises and damage everywhere. Some of the wounds had not dried yet and were faintly bleeding.

At this time, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and Alan came down from upstairs. He was wearing a brand new suit, his hair stood up neatly, and he wore capable frameless glasses. It seemed that he was going to do something serious.

Alan was stunned when he saw Fenrir in the living room, and then he trotted over.

He checked the wounds on Fenrir's face, and then looked at the fists full of wounds, and asked with concern: "Why are you injured like this?"

Fenrir lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Everyone in the school said that I am the daughter of a sexual assault. I want to tell them that you are innocent."

Alan smiled bitterly. He took out the medicine box from the cabinet, carefully helped Fenrir apply medicine, and said softly: "Child, fists can't fight against rumors."

Fenrir looked at Alan's official suit, his eyes full of loneliness: "You shouldn't go to court today."

"I went to the border last night and caught a person from the Crow's Nest. I have already forced him to tell the truth. Behind them is the Tower of Babel. This time I'm going to deal with you. It's a giant enterprise."

"They set up a trap. The entire judicial department of Crescent City was bribed. All the false evidence is linked together. You have no chance of winning."

Ya Lan reached out and brushed Fenrir's messy hair behind her ears, and smiled at her: "Silly girl, do you think your father is a fool? You can find out, how can I not know?"

Fenrir looked at him sadly, his voice trembling slightly: "Since you know, why do you still go to court? If you walk out of this door, I may never see you again."

Ya Lan held Fenrir's head in his arms. Because his daughter's face was still injured, his movements were very careful and gentle, as if he was protecting a baby in swaddling clothes.

"It's actually very simple for Dad to survive this disaster. The Tower of Babel has already sent someone to talk to me. As long as I give up a series of reform policies on the border and do what they say from now on, I can be safe."

He gently stroked the back of Fenrir's head, but his voice was full of unshakable power: "But, child, you must remember that this is the worst era. We live in a huge and oppressive darkness."

"Darkness will not disappear by itself. Someone will eventually turn into a ball of fire to light the way forward for everyone. Even if it burns out in the end, you can't succumb to darkness."

"If even I kneel, everyone will be even more unable to stand up."

After saying that, he left a last kiss on his daughter's forehead and resolutely walked out of the house.

The reporters who had been waiting outside immediately swarmed over, and the dazzling flash lights were reflected in Fenrir's eyes, and together with the noisy voices, the figure of her father was completely drowned.

"She's out!"

As a shout rang out in the crowd, reporters from all sides rushed forward impatiently, holding their cameras tightly, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing any details.

The moment Fenrir appeared from the Wolf Attack Resettlement Building, the natural oppressive momentum made the scene fall into silence. Those who were swept by the dark purple pupils turned their heads unconsciously and did not dare to look directly at his eyes.

After a few seconds, flash lights were lit one after another at the scene, capturing the majestic figure of the wolf king.

Soon, the reporters discovered something strange.

Fenrir did not wear a dignified and elegant dress as everyone expected.

As usual, she changed into her iconic black leather jacket, with a wolf head embroidered in red thread on the back, lifelike, and the wolf head badge symbolizing the leader pinned on her chest, as if roaring at the world.

A bold reporter asked first: "Ms. Fenrir, why don't you wear a dress for the next award ceremony?"

Fenrir looked at him, his dark purple eyes were so deep that they seemed to have no focus: "This dress suits me better, doesn't it?"

The reporter was so excited that he almost jumped up. Being able to ask questions with the Wolf King on such an occasion, no matter whether the topic was nutritious or not, as long as he was chosen, it was a symbol of luck. He would definitely get a raise and promotion this time.

This was the only lucky one. Fenrir didn't answer any more reporters and walked straight out of the crowd.

Outside the street, a long dragon of government convoys was waiting here, with a total of 21 ceremonial cars, which was the highest official etiquette under the world government system.

A waiter with aristocratic demeanor stood beside the main guest car in the middle. When Fenrir came, he wanted to open the door as rehearsed.

Unexpectedly, Fenrir unceremoniously stretched out his hand and opened the door himself, and then closed the door after sitting in.

This little accident made the waiter stunned for a moment, but he reacted very quickly on the spot. He immediately covered his chest with his hand to salute Fenrir, and then retreated respectfully.

After Fenrir got on the car, the envoys who came to welcome the guests also entered other vehicles in an orderly manner. The motorcade drove onto the cross-district elevated road amid the cheers and gazes of the crowd along the way and headed for the municipal center.

Normally, it is the morning rush hour now, and the elevated roads of a huge city like Crescent City must be jammed everywhere, but at this time the motorcade was unimpeded all the way, and not even a single extra vehicle could be seen on the road. All were stopped under the elevated road by the sheriff.

An hour later, the motorcade arrived at the Crown Square in the municipal center.

This square covers a very large area. A ceremony stage was built in the center. A welcoming team of tens of thousands of people lined up beside the red carpet, solemn and dignified.

Behind the square, the Tower of Babel, which symbolizes the supreme power of Crescent City, stands like a giant. The three united towers seem to pierce the sky. Even the sun in the sky is blocked by the huge building, casting a vast shadow on the ground.

History records this moment differently.

Some people say that the waiter opened the car door humbly to make up for the previous accident and welcomed Fenrir down.

Others say that Fenrir still opened the car door by himself and got out of the car with his head held high.

Regardless of these trivial details, one thing is beyond doubt.

After getting off the car, Fenrir looked up at the Tower of Babel in the distance. This was the first time in her 30-year life that she had seen this building so closely.

Then she spoke slowly, and everyone nearby heard the whisper.

"Dad." (End of this chapter)