Barrett Walker was completely indifferent to the ambiguous reporters and their incessant photography of him, Julia, and Monica. "Enough with the photos," he said. "I have to go running soon."
"Just a few more questions!"
"Will you favor these beauties?"
"Why did you choose to participate in this mixed-gender competition? Are you trying to redeem yourself from losing, thinking that you can win in a competition where men and women are equal?" The questions were rather biting. After all, equality between men and women is said to be fair, but there are areas where it is unequal, such as the physical conditions of men and women. Men are better, with more organs. Of course, it's not just about external things, but also internal differences. However, it seems that there is no real difference.
"There's no need for that. As a gentleman, I will provide the ladies with a dignified exit." Barrett's intention was to ensure that the male competitors would also lose, leaving only the men to be embarrassed.
In a narrow, dimly lit room, a woman lay on a bed, her face as pale as the sheets. The contrast was striking, and anyone seeing her on the white bed would have been startled by her pallor and fragility. Suddenly, Singh Phoenix and Glena entered the room. Singh Phoenix, looking at the weak Rose on the bed, gently took her hand and said with some discomfort, "Men are not good. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be in this situation. Why didn't you tell him?"
Rose smiled contentedly and said, "I promised to wait. I will wait until he makes a decision."
"Why do this to yourself? Don't you realize that seeing you like this is heartbreaking for all of us? Why inject yourself with this poison? The zombie virus inside you is already dominant, and now you've injected another one. Do you know you're going to die?" Glena, with an air of indignation and regret, held Rose's other hand, which was the reason she had not shown up before.
Rose was both intelligent and naive. She had injected the mutant virus for some reason and survived, rising to the rank of two-star general. When Singh Phoenix informed Mabel that day, she was injured by her. Although the injury was not severe, she went mad and insisted on injecting another virus. She thought she was like Alice in the Resident Evil, but she was not. The combination of the restrained virus and the new virus resulted in her current condition. She dared not leave the Academy of War Gods for the Rockefeller family. Otherwise, she would be taken by the Federation for research, because the previous virus had been activated.
"You're so foolish! Waiting for so long is enough. Why rush to break through? Even after a hundred years, if he truly loves you, he won't care even if you're old and your appearance has changed." Singh Phoenix gently caressed Rose's cheek, speaking softly and tenderly. At this moment, she showed no sign of carelessness, resembling a virtuous wife and mother, emitting a strong maternal radiance.
"But I want to keep my current face," Rose said softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. The higher the level, the longer the lifespan. Breaking through sooner means preserving youth. That's why Singh Phoenix still dares to act young, so that she's not afraid of others guessing her age, which of course they cannot discern.
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"Let's see how he's making a spectacle of himself now. He probably doesn't even know how great his potential is at the moment!" The atmosphere in the dim room was heavy, and Glena chuckled and turned on the television.
On the television, Barrett Walker was in full swing during the 1000-meter race. As human physical fitness continues to improve, the 1000-meter race is no longer as dull. Watching Barrett Walker lead the race from the start, even lapping the other competitors multiple times, left them speechless. They were incredulous, as it seemed he wasn't just competing, but rather, dominating. Even the super attractive ladies couldn't keep up! It was embarrassing for everyone involved. They swore they didn't let up just because of their looks!
Sure enough, Barrett Walker won once again, claiming the second gold medal in the Mecha category. This time, the Mecha category can hold its head high. Facing the provocation of the Occult category, they can now respond loudly because they believe Barrett Walker will continue to claim more gold medals.
"Hmph! See that? This is what you cursed, you bunch of imbeciles. You were just lucky there wasn't Barrett Walker in the mix, or you wouldn't have gotten away with your arrogance! Not a single one of you would stand a chance."
"Exactly! If Barrett Walker were here, not a single one of you would have a chance. Who are you calling imbeciles, you bunch of idiots!"
"Without Barrett Walker, not a single one of you would stand a chance. Is this your true strength? You are the ones who are the imbeciles!"
"Right! Without Barrett Walker, you are nothing. Besides wearing a turtle shell, what else do you have? Now you don't even have a turtle shell. What's the use of Mecha?"
The verbal battle at the boundary between the Mecha and Occult categories has escalated into a brawl, but it's likely that neither side will be able to overpower the other. The Mecha category relies on Mecha, while the Occult category relies on psychic power. It's a standoff!
However, the morning's competition has come to an end. One can only imagine how intense and exciting the afternoon's battles will be. At this moment, Barrett Walker has chosen not to be interviewed by the press. He must maintain a certain level of reserve. If the curiosity of the reporters is satisfied, he may not perform as well in the future.
"You certainly know how to steal the limelight!" Laura Bronson also ran the 1000 meters, originally intending to challenge Barrett Walker and humiliate him. But she didn't expect Barrett Walker to run so fast, just a few seconds shy of completion. She abandoned her thoughts of coming in second or third place, as that would be embarrassing. Instead, she joined Monica and Julia in boasting as they quickly left the stadium. Laura Bronson vented her frustrations, ignoring the reporters who chased after her, not bothering to remind Barrett Walker.
"Mr. Walker, wait a moment. I'm Zetta White, a journalist for the Daily News. Could I interview you for a vacation feature?" The presenter, dressed in a white professional suit, wearing flesh-colored stockings, revealing her thighs and a tantalizing cleavage, was quite impressive. That cleavage was something else! It could have held an aircraft carrier.
"Let's go." Barrett Walker turned without looking, not wanting to be tempted. He's a pure-hearted virgin. Yes, he's been with someone before, but that was ages ago. Now he's back to being inexperienced. How can he resist such temptation? He only felt his nose itch and quickly walked away. He didn't want any scandal to destroy his idol image. If someone called him a talented artist, he would definitely retaliate fiercely, saying, "You're the talented one, not me, your whole family is."