That night, it was an unsettled night for the City of Saint Angels, with furious worshippers rising the next day to protest.
However, the related reports did not include them.
Though God is benevolent, money holds more weight; otherwise, the story of Judas betraying Jesus would not have been passed down.
People endure the existence of such a city for the sake of faith, but for the sake of money, they would not indulge it too much.
The actions of the nameless hero attracted more attention, especially after rescuing a truckload of girls the previous night, causing the nameless hero's fame to soar. By dawn, newspapers and media outlets were reporting on the events of the night.
Now, no one was unaware of the story of the nameless hero!
Along with the hero's rise, the criminal gang involved in trafficking girls was also arrested and taken to the police station, along with some solid evidence.
The media outlets, having been informed, were quick to photograph the hard evidence.
The media were elated, though the only regret was not purchasing the exclusive information. Had they done so, this fiery hot story would certainly have amplified their influence.
Despite their regret, the reports did not cease but instead became more vigorous, criticizing the incompetence of the police who had failed to rescue the girls. If not for the hero's intervention, the girls' fate could be easily imagined.
In response to these criticisms, the police in Kane City rolled their eyes and had no intention of offering any explanations.
The problem lies with that so-called City of Saint Angels. Why not condemn them? Why are we the ones being blamed? What logic is that?! Are we supposed to be responsible for everything in this world?!
The people of this city, from top to bottom, harbored a strong aversion to the City of Saint Angels, a city bearing the title of "holy city," and often mocked whether the name was a mistake.
The police, as the representatives of the city's indifference to the place, would have gladly confronted the neighboring reporters if not for the fear of losing their jobs.
The integrity of these reporters had fallen faster than ever before. In their desperate quest for attention, they had compromised their principles.
The police were filled with resentment.
Kane City was the epitome of a modern, rapidly developing small city. It had risen swiftly after World War I and, in recent years, had expanded steadily. Its city infrastructure was nearly on par with some first-tier cities, making it an ideal place to live.
Such a city had also become a target for attacks from the fanatic followers of the Saint Angels. The core doctrine of these zealots forbade the development of technology, rejected God's forbidden zones, claimed to save mankind, and condemned the city's progress as inciting God's wrath that would bring about the end of the world.
In its early development, Kane City nearly faltered because of these ideologies, and the two sides became bound in a long-standing rivalry. Although much time had passed, neither side had forgotten the past.
No matter how lively things were, after the actions of this righteous agent, the three were engrossed in their work, promoting the film to shift focus, while also seizing the opportunity to earn a handsome profit.
Recently, the rise of the nameless hero had become the hottest topic in the city, almost startling the citizens of Great Britain. Everyone was discussing the nameless hero, and it would have been a shame not to take advantage of the publicity.
Perhaps because they had indeed done something worthy of recognition, many neutral parties spoke up for them. Numerous supporters rallied to their cause.
The detractors remained unchanged, their stance as firm as ever.
In the manor.
"Phew, finally done."
"I'm exhausted. These people are becoming greedier. Next time, we need to establish our own distribution network."
Nicole complained about the greedy film production companies while lazily lying on the sofa to rest.
These past few days had truly been draining.
The film had been growing more successful and was garnering more attention, but it had also attracted many greedy people. Not only were their own interests unprotected, but they were also being exploited by others. To address this, they had also entered into negotiations.
Among the issues was the control over the cinema chains, which had made it difficult for them to release their films.
The three had been busy for days, with the promotion and negotiations proving more exhausting than acting as righteous agents. They all regretted not having delegated the tasks.
"The cinema chain is already being set up, but the large chains are controlled by some big companies, so we can only acquire smaller ones."
"If we wait until next year, these smaller chains will be able to play a decisive role."
Monica was equally dissatisfied with the greed, deciding to make the companies regret their actions come next year.
"Today, you didn't lose out, did you?"
"Why do you always act like you've suffered a huge loss?"
Angela scoffed at the two, who were complaining on the surface but secretly pleased with themselves.
They had gained plenty of benefits yet still acted as if they had been terribly wronged, showing they had fully adapted to their new roles.
"Don't talk about us. You're not simple either."
"You negotiated with the Hong Kong side, and you've tricked them good."
The conversation continued, with their tone even slipping into the local Chinese dialect.
"Sis Zhi actually tricked them?"
"Yep, I have to admit, Sis Zhi has truly become a strong one!"
Anyone who could deceive others was no simple person, and deceiving a powerful company certainly made one formidable.
"Stop with the nonsense! I can tell from your words that it's not good!"
"It's only been a few days, where has the gentle Sis Zhi gone? Hmm, the person before me is definitely a problem. I'll go check... Ah! Ow!… Sis Zhi, don't pinch my ear, let go, it's going to fall off…"
"Is there still a problem with my sister?"
"…It's true."
The next morning.
London Airport.
"Dear passengers, the K1 flight to Hong Kong is about to arrive…"
Boom! A massive passenger plane rumbled through the air and glided toward the airport.
Outside the airport, in a restaurant.
The graceful sound of the piano, like a light breeze, brought a refreshing calm to the atmosphere.
In the restaurant, the potted plants by the window were lush, making the entire hall feel cool and refreshing.
At a table not far from the window sat several people, each with an abundance of food before them, enough to serve twenty people.
This, however, was not the most surprising part. The most astonishing thing was that the people eating the food were all beautiful women, stars of the recently popular film that had taken the world by storm.
Not just the stars, but even the children accompanying them were gluttons, devouring dish after dish with seemingly bottomless stomachs, leaving everyone incredulous.
Only after finishing all the food did they finally settle down to enjoy the piano music.
Upon seeing the piano, Zhao Lun was reminded of Maria's piano lessons. Ever since they'd found something more interesting, their piano had been set aside, almost relegated to the cold palace.
"How was it? Did you eat well?"
Zhao Lun asked, looking at the relaxed group.
"Eighty percent full. Another five servings of steak, and we'll be good."
Nicole responded.
"…" The waiter, seeing them place another order, nearly had a mental breakdown.
Are all stars this good at eating? Are their relatives just as bad? With this question in mind, the waiter quickly returned to the kitchen to relay the order.