My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 332 - 218: It’s Best to Sit in the Back Row When Watching a Play_2

Chapter 332: Chapter 218: It’s Best to Sit in the Back Row When Watching a Play_2

This is just an ordinary, affordable coffee shop, and I am just an ordinary divorced woman, at best a small company CEO, and now you’re suddenly telling me we’re saving all of humanity...

Gao Yuan pinched her brow, feeling somewhat unreal.

She even wondered if Meng Lang was just making up excuses to fob her off.

After all, with your whole heart and soul dedicated to being wealthy and well-informed, I really can’t see you as a savior...

"So... is this Night Demon very strong?"

"Yes, in the process of fighting against the Night Demon, we have lost many brothers.

Whether it’s courageous frontal combat or avoiding the sharp edge, trying to save the country by taking a roundabout route, without exception, they all failed.

The enemy is extremely powerful!

So powerful that even though we have sacrificed so many brothers, we have only just begun to understand a fraction of the enemy."

"So, this is what you call ’strategy’? To fight against the Night Demon?

But what does this have to do with supporting Changqing Biological?"

"To be precise, it’s not ’we’ who support Changqing Biological, but ’I’!"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Have you read The Three-Body Problem? Do you know what a Wallfacer is?"

Due to the involvement of numerous times and characters, the matter was too complex to be explained in a few words.

Meng Lang decided to use a "simple and understandable" way to explain the strategic situation between "us" and the "Night Demon Clan."

"Uh... of course."

Though not a science fiction enthusiast, Gao Yuan had certainly read such a famous work as The Three-Body Problem.

"The so-called Wallfacers do not need to explain their plans to the outside world but can mobilize a massive amount of resources to achieve their goals without explaining the reasons.

You can understand it like this, including me, every ’official member’ of the organization is a Wallfacer.

We are a whole, yet relatively independent.

We influence each other, but do not interfere with each other...

The common point is that we all have the right to mobilize the organization’s internal resources, with the greatest degree of intelligence and resource sharing.

Our mission is to find, in our own way, that sliver of possibility to defeat the Night Demon!

Some comrades have already failed, their bodies have perished, but their spirit endures.

And I belong to those who still have hope and continue to strive as survivors...

Do you understand what I’m saying?"

"This..."

How come it sounds more and more preposterous!

Wallfacers?

Could it be that this Night Demon is really an alien?

And from what you’re saying, there are quite a few "Wallfacers" in your organization...

If the Night Demon is really as powerful as you say, why would they give you so many chances to try?

This doesn’t make sense!

"So... is this really how your organization advertises itself?"

This can’t be some cult, right?

Seeing the expression on Gao Yuan’s face, Meng Lang knew that his own talk, which was already revealing the "limit" of inside information, still failed to convince her.

The current situation is.

He used "persuasion," and Gao Yuan immediately responded with "skepticism"...

Then I just have to play my final card!

He tapped on the phone on the table.

"Zero! Lights out!"

"Clap!" The lights in the entire coffee shop dimmed instantly.

"Ah!" "What happened? Power outage?"

"That’s not right, the lights across the street are on! The traffic lights outside are also working, aren’t they?"

"Could it be a blown fuse? Go check it out!"

The coffee shop became a bit noisy.

Fortunately, it was still broad daylight, so even though the indoor lighting was dimmed, no chaos ensued.

"Lights on!"

"Clap!"

"Huh? What’s going on? Why is there electricity again?"

"Strange, man, we should get someone to check if there’s something wrong with the wiring later..."

Meng Lang then looked out the window at a Mao Dou S parked on the roadside, "Make it say hello!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The next moment, a shrill alarm sounded, accompanied by the car’s lights flickering wildly, drawing surprised looks from passersby.

"Damn! What’s going on?"

A young man who was obviously the owner rushed out from a nearby shop, but no matter how he pressed his key fob, the car showed no response, and he couldn’t even open the doors.

"Enough!"

The next moment, the Mao Dou S quieted down instantly.

The owner by the car was completely befuddled, finally grumbling complaints about "filing a complaint."

Meng Lang turned back, saw Gao Yuan’s dumbfounded expression, and spread his hands.

"Do you believe me now?"

"This..."

Gao Yuan’s mind was in a muddle.

This was definitely not something an ordinary person could do, it really gave off a Wallfacer vibe...

Could it be that everything he said was true?

She was now genuinely uncertain whether to believe or doubt.

"Alright, I’ve said all I can say, and for now, that’s all you can know. When the time is right, ’I’ will naturally tell you the truth!"

"When is the right time?"

"Hmm... perhaps it’s today, or perhaps it’s tomorrow, it might be every day, and it’s possible that I will never tell you the truth..." Meng Lang laughed.

After all, when to tell you depends entirely on the next "torchbearer"...

More riddles!

Gao Yuan took a sip of tea, barely suppressing the curiosity in her heart... and that hint of inexplicable excitement.

This organization... is too interesting!

Originally, she thought that developing Changqing Biological into a world-class medical group was an ultimate goal.

But Meng Lang had suddenly opened another window to a new world for her...