Early in the morning, the girls came to the romantic Rose Hotel again. A large number of reporters have gathered outside the hotel, including those from Syria and those from other countries. Of course, some are intelligence agents, disguised as journalists. Xia Lei's every move now touches the nerves of the world, especially the Western world.
"Why are so many reporters here? Didn't Mr. Xia just accept an interview last night?" Yusna said.
"Mr. Xia came to support us in such a high-profile manner. It is impossible for the outside world not to pay attention. With so many people, I am a little worried about Mr. Xia's safety. Let's go and remind him not to accept interviews." Zaiya said.
"Come on, let's go in." Yusna said.
A dozen girls followed Yusna and Zaya into the hotel. Last night, Xia Lei appointed the two of them as presidents of the "Syrian Relief Society". Yusna is in charge of external affairs, and Zaiya is in charge of accounts and internal affairs. When the two presidents spoke, of course they had to listen.
When the hotel staff saw it was Yusna and the others, they didn't stop them, but when a reporter wanted to follow them in, they were stopped. This was obviously Xia Lei's greeting beforehand.
Arriving at the door of the presidential suite where Xia Lei stayed, Yusna knocked twice.
The door opened, and Xia Lei appeared behind the door, wearing shorts and slippers, with his naked upper body covered with ribs. Coupled with a childish face, he looks like an underage student. It is difficult for the girls to associate him with the "demon" who broke off the AK47 and stabbed the body last night, let alone the "god" who stopped the bullet.
"Oops." Yusna exhaled softly and turned sideways in embarrassment.
Zaya and the girls also turned sideways or turned around, some even blushing.
Only then did Xia Lei realize that this was Syria, a different world. He hurriedly reached out to cover his chest and said with some embarrassment: "You guys come in and sit down, I'll get dressed."
"Yes." Yusna responded softly, and then led the girls into Xia Lei's room.
Xia Lei went back to the dormitory to get dressed, and the girls were talking quietly in the living room.
"Mr. Xia is so thin. I guess he doesn't weigh a hundred pounds."
"It's incredible that he is so thin yet has so much power!"
"Allah is great and Allah favors. Now that he said it, I believe the reason must be in these words."
"It must be God who had mercy on us and sent an apostle to save us."
"But he is Chinese..."
"What's wrong with the Chinese? I like that country, and I like the Chinese too."
The voices of these discussions fell on Xia Lei's ears, and a little absurd feeling arose in his heart. Wherever he goes now, he will be regarded as a god, either the son of god or an apostle of god, but he himself knows very well that he is just an ordinary person with advanced evolution. In the unpredictable future, humans may be able to evolve to the level they are now. At that time, there were supermen and gods everywhere.
Xia Lei came to the living room fully dressed and said with a smile, "Good morning girls."
"Hello, Mr. Xia." The girls also greeted Xia Lei politely.
"It's getting late now." Zaya said with a smile: "It's already nine o'clock in the morning, and there is a large group of reporters outside. They must be talking about you being a slacker."
Xia Lei was stunned for a moment. Zaya actually dared to joke with him. Why? He was the man who broke the AK47 in front of them and impaled their classmates alive. They should be afraid of him, but judging from their reactions this morning, these girls were obviously not afraid of him.
Zaya curled her lips slightly, her brown eyes full of joy, "I'm just kidding, Mr. Xia, my father said you are an apostle sent to the world by Allah. He also specially asked me to bring you The gift, well, it's the bread he baked with his own strength." She handed a paper bag in her hand to Xia Lei.
Xia Lei took the paper bag containing the bread, "Thank you, and thank your father for me."
Zaya pursed her lips and smiled.
Yusna said: "Mr. Xia, we just talked about the reporter's issue. We think it's better for you not to be interviewed. It's not safe."
Xia Lei said while chewing bread: "Of course I have to be interviewed, because I have something to say through those reporters. This will help us carry out work in the war zone, and you don't want to be the target of attacks by various armed forces, right? But You don’t have to worry about my safety, no one in this world who can kill me has been born yet.”
"But..." Yusna hesitated.
Xia Lei showed a smile and said, "Allah is great and Allah bless me."
This sentence seems to explain everything here.
"Okay, then be careful." Yusna said. She couldn't help but picture Xia Lei letting the bullet stop in front of him. When she thought about it, she was no longer as worried as before.
Xia Lei said: "I'm going to be interviewed, and you can also discuss it. I'm going to leave for Aleppo tonight. Those who want to go to Aleppo with me will tell me when I come back. Those who stay in Damascus will be responsible for the logistics. Work."
After Xia Lei left, the girls talked a lot.
"Mr. Xia actually wants to go to Aleppo, God, that is a war zone."
"Everyone there wants to escape, but he wants to go in. What is he thinking?"
"I don't dare to go there anyway. It's too dangerous there. There are not only armed resistance groups, but also terrorists. If people like us go in, those terrible guys can eat us."
"No, I heard that they are particularly cruel to women, lining up... I can't even think about it, it's too scary!"
No one dared to go, it was a war zone after all, the Stalingrad of the Middle East.
Yusna and Zaya looked at each other.
"What should I do? No one wants to go." Yusna said with a frown.
"I'm going." Zaya said.
"You want to go? Aren't you scared?" Yusna looked surprised.
"Of course I'm scared, but the people there are suffering. I heard my father say that the people there have no food, some are so evil that they can even eat their own shoes, and the terrorists even treat children as food . I want to help the people there, and..." There was a strange light in Zaya's eyes, Mr. Xia will protect me. "
"Then I'll go too." Yusna said.
"You want to go too?" It was Zaya's turn to be surprised.
Yusna said: "You can do it, and so can I. Allah is great, and I will help those who are suffering. Even if I die, I will go to heaven."
"Then let's go to Aleppo together." Zaya held Yusna's hand.
At the same time, at the entrance of the hotel lobby.
"He's out, that's him!"
"The magical boy from China."
"I really didn't expect him to be so young. Was he really the one who developed the vaccine for the Cerberus virus?"
Amidst the discussion, Xia Lei walked out of the hall door. While he was still standing, a large group of reporters swarmed up to him.
"Mr. Xia, what is your purpose in coming to Syria?"
"Mr. Xia, I saw your interview on the morning news. You established a charity organization. What is your next plan?"
"Mr. Xia, you are wanted in the United States. The safest place for you is China. Why did you come to Syria? Are you really here to help the people here?"
"Mr. Xia, why doesn't Hope Star Pharmaceutical Company go public? When will you announce the formula and production process of the Cerberus Virus Vaccine..."
A lot of questions, all kinds of, flooded towards Xia Lei like a tide.
Xia Lei spread his hands, "How do you want me to answer this? Please be quiet and let me say a few words."
The noisy scene suddenly became quiet.
"Thank you." Xia Lei said, "I came to Syria for only one purpose, and that is to help the people here tide over the difficulties. The people on this land are suffering inhuman suffering, and I want to bring a ray of light to this place. , a hope. My personal power is limited, but I am willing to try my best to achieve my goal." After a pause, his voice suddenly became heavier, as if it was pushed out through a speaker, "Here I also I would like to take this opportunity to help me convey a message, that is, no one can touch the people, vehicles, and everything of the Syrian Relief Society. No matter who it is, as long as they attack my people, my vehicles, and my supplies, then I am sorry. , no matter who you are, no matter where you are hiding, I will find you and destroy everything about you!"
This is why Xia Lei is willing to come out for an interview. He wants to convey this message to the outside world - no one can touch my people, cars and materials, and whoever touches them will die!
This signal is very arrogant, but he has the ability to be arrogant!
"I would like to add something." Xia Lei's voice was filled with shocking power. "The symbol of the Syrian Relief Society is the Damascus Rose. My people, vehicles and supplies will all have this symbol on them."
"Mr. Xia, is what you said useful?" a reporter said.
"Yes, do those armed men and terrorists care about what you say?" a reporter said.
Xia Lei said: "They better care, otherwise they will regret it."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the hotel.
A large group of reporters wanted to chase in, but were stopped by the hotel staff who took the money.
Back in the room, Xia Lei came to the girls. His tone of voice was completely different from before, very gentle, "Girls, have you discussed it?"
More than a dozen girls remained silent, and some even avoided his gaze for fear of being "named" by him.
"I'll go." Yusna stood in front of Xia Lei with a firm tone.
"I'll go too." Zaya said, with no fear in her brown eyes.
Xia Lei said: "Okay, I'll call the Russians and buy a batch of supplies from them, and then we'll go to Aleppo."
"Yes!" Yusna and Zaya responded at the same time, looking expectantly.
Xia Lei lowered his voice, "Don't worry, I will protect you."
For some reason, Zaya and Yusna's cheeks turned slightly red and they avoided his eyes.