《I'm the King Of Technology 》Chapter 1210: The AfterMath
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Time was something fleeting.
And as always, news had a speedy way of travelling around the place.
On the streets, people were still talking about the big matter that had been plaguing the Capital city for an entire week now.
The people on the roads were still busy talking about the matter too.
But rather than feeling fear, the majority of people felt proud instead.
"Hahahhahahah! I heard that the Princess was able to subdue over 50 people all alone."
"Tsk! Your news is old. My friend worked at the {Daily Baymard}, and she said that the princess subdued 90 of them."
"F***! The princess is so fierce and cool! If it were me, I might not even be able to subdue 10."
"10? Bro, why are you talking as if on a regular day, you could even subdue 5?"
"Heh. What do you know? Apart from working out in the gym, building muscle and also gaining strength, don't you know that I also take self-defence classes? Just let one of those people come my way, and they would be sorry!"
"Brag. Brag. You sure can brag. If you can subdue even 3 of them, I'll never take a dump for the rest of my life!"
"Okay. Then be prepared to be the first man in the world to die from such a thing! I Nicodemus can subdue 10 of them with just a single blow!"
"Ah. I forgot! I also heard that Princess Kora was so brave as well. I heard that she didn't even cry all through the fight."
"Awesome! As expected. Royal blood is different. Just like how my nephew cried only after seeing his first dog? If it were him, won't he cry till he pools and passes out?"
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"F***! I can't believe that all this happened in a single day. Our Baymard sure is great. Even the police could solve the mystery and close the case so fast in just a single day. If it were in other places, who knows... Maybe the culprits might even bribe their way out of things."
"That's true. I heard that no matter how many threats the prisoner threw, the police were very stern on getting some to the route of the matter and bringing justice to those hostages that got badly beaten up too."
"Oh yes! The case would soon have a scheduled court date, right?"
"Yup! And I heard that the hostages would also come up as witnesses, give their testimonies and watch the entire thing. They would also get compensation for all they did, as well as medals for bravery fighting against those villains too. Yes. I heard that some tried fighting but got hurt instead. But that's okay. At least they did their best. And they didn't even have any form of training too. So it was inevitable that they would lose. I reckon that after this, the self-defence classes would get hot again."
"That's right. It's good that it's done this way. This will also keep other tourists with bad ideas constantly thinking twice. Hmph! Our Baymard is not to be trampled on!"
(*^*)
....
All over the streets, people were constantly talking about the matter, feeling a great sense of security within Baymard.
One had to know that out of Baymard, assassination attempts occurred every single day.
But in Baynard, it was too rare. And even when it came up, the police forces always left off a firm impression in the minds of everyone else.
And to many, there was no situation that the police couldn't handle.
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That's how strong their reputations were.
It couldn't be helped.
In these medieval times when murder was rampant and assassins were everywhere, Baymard was like an entirely different world.
So thinking about it like this, one had to allow that the effort Baymard placed on keeping such order was not a laughing matter.
At the same time, several tourists, especially merchants, were also uncomfortable about the matter too.
Lying through. Who was the one constantly giving them a bad reputation?
To go after the Baymardian Royals of all people.
Were they sick in the head?
Instantly, countless powerful people began doing their own investigations too.
It's not that they wanted to report the matter once they found the culprits.
But it was just common practice in medieval times to investigate things for oneself.
Any news was typically investigated by almost everyone once it went out.
Why? Because it was vital for them to know who could potentially harm them too.
Imagine if they accidentally made friends with the culprits without even knowing what they had done?
Then even if they knew the truth of the matter later and pulled away from the culprits, it might be too late because everyone would still associate them with the culprits.
And when Baymard did decide to act, who knows if they might end up in one boat with the culprits?
If they associated with the culprits only at parties due to formalities, then that would be alright. But imagine inviting the culprit to one's home or having lunch at a high-end artery with the culprits?
In these watching times, one false move could ship one to disaster, even if accidentally.
Thus, they too wanted to know who they should be avoiding.
All in all, the public image of the whole matter went according to how the police had planned.
They had held an emergency press conference, beaten the press to the outline and realized the news in the manner they wanted.
All armed forces wiped the invisible lines of sweat off their faces when they saw how some of their famous press frienemies were gritting their teeth carefully.
To them, the police were stealing their jobs of reporting news.
But the police officers could only smile wryly.
If you report it the way they want, would there be any problem?
The issue was that even though the press would report the matter 95% in a good way giving a positive image, there was always that leeway.
That chaotic 5% was always there, causing small waves of panic around all the time.
Sure 5% might seem like nothing now. But what if in the future, that percentage kept growing?
Heh. Give someone an inch, and they might take a yard instead.
The press had free will and public control of countless fields.
But when it comes to public or natural security, forget it! Those rights become non-existent.
Just remembering the time some years back that the press almost leaked out that the police were looking for a spy, no one dared to give that leeway to the media anymore.
What if the spy had heard of it and fled before getting caught?
When it came to some issues, the press had no say.
Like so, Baymard was taking things exceptionally well.
And once again, Landon went right back to work.
However, he wasn't the only one who seemed busy.
Far away from here, the dangerous waters were about to get stored up again!
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