Elizabeth turned to look at Sid Reiko and the others, as well as those who were preparing to eat blood and potential special obstacles. As for the few security personnel who came up, she slowly pulled out half of her sword, and they all stopped.

If there was a fight with her, the security guards would be responsible no matter what, so he hesitated.

"This is not the best interest, it is an act of bullying and plundering women to obtain primitive pleasure, which happens to be the side of human nature that only humans can enjoy.

"In a system that operates in the best interests of the community, Chicha has no place in the world."

Elizabeth looked at the blood-eaters who were speechless and holding wine glasses with their expressions darkened, and said loudly:

"As long as you drink Chicha beer, don't talk about the best interests. You are not blood eaters. You are not qualified to talk about capital. You are just the remnants of feudal slavery!"

Best interests and Chicha beer are two contradictory things.

Elizabeth looked around in the dead silence, speaking, retorting, if you don't speak, this will be your inner demon.

This is the big stone that hinders you from continuing to advance on the extraordinary path, and this is also my winning hand.

"Ha." Sid Leikuo stopped shouting for security and put a smile on his face. What a move...

Around them, whether it was Bethy Reiko or Charlotte Sterling, these pre-transcendents were also stunned.

Although they are not extraordinary yet, they have already received enough extraordinary lessons in school.

They understand it, the blood eaters understand it even more, and even inferior products like Qian Xingle understand it.

Elizabeth Sterling is grasping a problem and conducting an attack that is no less than a psychological attack.

This question, this kind of interrogation, will make the blood-eater who can't answer it feel confused and have a program error.

Because the extraordinary program relies on human nerves and personality to operate, every breakthrough requires a breakthrough in personality understanding.

"Best interests" is the core image of the blood-eater professional system. Blood-eaters are not butchers or executioners. They do not enjoy the fun of Chicha beer. They only care about profit in everything.

So why does Chicha beer exist?

Once the blood eaters fall into this problem and they don't believe it, obstacles will arise.

Perhaps the old blood eaters in the joint area have already been through, but these young blood eaters and those preparing to eat blood cannot get around it.

This problem must be solved.

At this moment, the whole place was silent. The blood-eaters could not speak, but those who were not extraordinary did not dare to say anything.

All the fashion designers and supermodels pretended that they had never heard this conversation.

But they couldn't help but worry about what trouble they might get into after hearing these words...

Thumb, thump, footsteps sounded, breaking the silence.

Elizabeth turned and walked out of the banquet hall. When passing by the group of girls who were not yet extraordinary, she stopped and looked at their stunned young faces. Charlotte and Karen were both there.

"You're just some purdah pets, another Chicha beer."

She said that she used to be the same, but not anymore.

"Open your eyes and take a look, take a look at the world, take a look at yourself, don't indulge in the appearance of a noble and innocent lady, don't leave yourself to others, it's very disgusting."

Elizabeth felt that the light of the same oath was shining in Charlotte, Karen and several other potentially disabled people.

She continued to walk, and when she passed Sid Lekuo, she kept walking and just said: "Checkmate."

She was going to the new World Bank building in the Central District to apply to the Union District to ban Chicha beer.

Of course, Elizabeth is also ready to face the thunderous fury of the Union Zone.

…

Something is spreading in the Acropolis Mountains, Eden Lake District, and Garden District.

Elizabeth Stirling went crazy and made such outrageous remarks at a fashionable dinner party held at the Panorama Hotel that the atmosphere at the venue was tense and the dinner ended early.

Originally, even so, her words could be completely suppressed, and no one outside the banquet would know about it.

But Elizabeth Sterling did more than that. She also sent out a large number of emails simultaneously that night, and discussions began to appear on the streets. I wonder if she assigned someone to spread them.

The problem of Chicha Beer in the best interest system was raised by her and turned into a huge wave.

…

It was this morning when Elizabeth walked into the new World Bank building in the central district after her complaint was given a chance to be discussed.

Judy followed as security and knew what Chicha was and what Miss Sterling was up to.

Something was increasingly shaking Judy's heart, but she still wanted to believe that "Chicha Beer" was not the bank's mother's original wish. It must not have been the case. It was some people below in the system that had caused corruption.

Holding the sword in hand, Elizabeth entered the smooth, bright, and quiet building, and then came to a communications conference room.

The marble floor was also smooth and bright. She stood in the middle of the conference room, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling visual screens connected into polygons, which displayed different electronically synthesized faces.

Most are men, but there are also a few women.

Behind these faces are the arbitrators of the United District, representing that side's will on this matter.

"Elizabeth Sterling, the Union District would like to hear an explanation for your behavior at the fashionable dinner."

A male electronic synthesizer sounded without any emotional fluctuations, like a most qualified blood eater.

"First of all, as a matter of personal sentiment, I don't like Chicha beer." Elizabeth said slowly.

She looked at those synthetic faces. She had experienced and grown a lot since the last time she faced them like this. Being able to stand here meant that she had done something.

"As far as the banking system and the blood-eater training system are concerned, I also think that Chicha beer should be banned. This kind of feudal privilege that is only for satisfying personal desires is damaging to the system. The joy of cruelty will eventually end in cruelty."

"You are trying to achieve your demands in a way that creates a bug in the Blood Eater program." The male synthesized voice said.

Elizabeth had already thought about why the Union District allowed her to exist.

This is indeed a system that has taken on a life of its own and is solid, with many considerations.

Including hedging, including changing forms to continue for thousands of generations, so it allows the reformists to exist.

"I told you last time that I am a reformist, and reforms sometimes burst. Even the United District needs to endure such bursts, because the United District may also have parts that need to be reformed."

Elizabeth spoke calmly and firmly, "An old system cannot see what the new system looks like. Only young reformers like me can. Sometimes I use some means to achieve my demands. It's not that I want to destroy it, it's innovation."

.”

The communication conference room fell silent, and those electronic faces seemed to be examining her and communicating.

After a while, the male synthesized voice sounded again:

“The Union District believes that your understanding of Chicha Beer is too one-sided.

"Chicha beer, this cruel pleasure you call it, is also a contract, a conclusion, a tool to divide classes, and it is also the place where class interests lie. Extraordinary people are always in the minority, and they like to drink Chicha beer the most. They drink the most Chicha beer.

It is not the group of blood eaters, but the municipal government and many people from all walks of life."

Elizabeth paused, her eyes twitching...

"Doesn't this mean there's something wrong with our system?" she asked. "This is an inefficient way."

"Elizabeth Sterling, you are doing something very dangerous. This is a warning to you."

The male synthesized voice added, "The Union District has decided that Chicha Beer will be cancelled, and there will be no new beer warehouse. But you might as well think about it, what will the new Chicha Beer be? The Union District believes that Chicha Beer will be cancelled."

There will be Chicha beer.”

Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh, and smiled in a bitter way.

Dangerous? I have always done dangerous things and will continue to do them.

I don’t care if you want Chicha beer, Cha Cha beer or any other wine, I think there will always be none!

"The Red Rain Group and the Metropolitan Police will solve the big case," she said. "It's time for some girls to return to their families."

"No, they will enter Acropolis Mountain, continue their previous positioning, and exert their final value." The male synthesized voice said, "This is the entire decision of the Union District on this matter."

Elizabeth was still smiling, and the anger in her heart was still burning.

Brutal joy will eventually end in brutality, and one day flames will burn throughout the city.

And those girls will be free eventually, they will.

…

The vast wilderness is also covered with winter colors, and the vegetation has withered, making it look even more desolate and desolate.

But when a huge truck drove by, the singing and the lively conversations in the carriage added to the vitality.

McKinnie stood by a window in the carriage and looked outside. This kind of wilderness scene was something she had never seen with her own eyes before. The girls around her also crowded around and looked around, talking excitedly.

After that night of escaping, they had been on the road for two more days. This was already their third day of escaping.

There are biscuits and bottled water in the car, and I get off the car several times a day to rest, and that's how it went these days.

"Where are we going?"

"Mr. Mask is a good person, he is very gentle..." Matsushima Oriko was saying.

"He is so kind to us." Critia also praised.

The man who rescued them was called "Mr. Mask" by them because he always wore a smiling mask.

They didn't know who he was or what he looked like, but the longer they spent time with him, the more they liked him.
To be continued...