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When the three of them walked from the lively stage into the tranquil corridors of the palace, their hearts were filled with anticipation for the upcoming revelry. However, this anticipation was quickly shattered by the sudden appearance of an old man wearing a hood in the depths of the corridor. The old man's figure seemed somewhat eerie in the dim light, his face filled with anxiety and panic, and his rapid breathing echoed through the quiet corridor, casting a shadow over the originally harmonious night.
The old man suddenly blocked their path, trembling hands tightly gripping Mario's sleeve, his eyes filled with extreme fear and pleading: "Mario, Luigi, Princess Peach, I beg of you, this world is collapsing, more and more people are inexplicably disappearing, being swallowed by the darkness. Our world needs your salvation, only you can bring hope to us."
His trembling voice revealed an immense fear: "These missing people all disappeared under strange circumstances, as if they were swallowed by darkness, leaving behind only their desperate screams. We don't know where they went, and we can't find any clues. The entire Mushroom Kingdom is shrouded in fear, with everyone living in invisible panic, afraid of becoming the next target of disappearance."
Mario's originally excited mood was instantly dampened. He looked at the old man, feeling a bit impatient. He wanted to let go of all restraints tonight and enjoy himself, rather than worry about the world's crisis. He suppressed his displeasure and put on a warm-hearted appearance, calmly saying, "Old man, I understand your concerns, but today is the anniversary celebration of Mushroom Kingdom. Let's relax for now. As for what you mentioned, we can discuss it in detail tomorrow."
However, the old man refused to let go. He even knelt down, grabbed Mario's foot, tears streaming down his face, and pleaded bitterly, "Please, I beg of you, innocent people are suffering, our world is on the brink of destruction, please save us!"
Mario looked at the old man's tears, and a hint of indifference replaced his impatience. He lowered his head, looked at the old man, and said firmly, "We will definitely work hard for the peace of the Mushroom Kingdom, but tonight, let us enjoy this special night first."
Mario quickly pulled his foot away from the old man's hand, his face instantly turning dark, with a spark of anger flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he turned around and shouted, "Guards!" His roar echoed through the quiet corridor, startling the guards who hurriedly rushed over. Their faces were full of panic, unsure of what punishment they would face next.
Mario stared at the guards with a fierce look in his eyes, as if flames were burning within them. However, his tone suddenly became unusually calm, as if deliberately suppressing his anger: "May I ask, why did this poor old man trespass into the palace? What exactly are you doing?"
The guards were so scared by Mario's gaze that they dared not look at him. They hung their heads and repeatedly said, "It was our negligence, sir."
Mario's face grew even darker, and his voice was filled with threat: "I think you should be clear that if I hadn't discovered it in time, this old man might have posed a threat to me and my friends. Your negligence could put the entire kingdom in danger. I hope you understand the seriousness of this."
The guards trembled, each of them dared not utter a word, knowing full well Mario's authority and his demands of the guards. Some of the less experienced guards even trembled, clearly frightened by Mario's anger.
At this moment, two burly guards walked to the old man's side. They roughly lifted the old man from the ground, his body trembling, his eyes filled with fear and sorrow. Tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the cold stone floor, making a faint sound.
Mario once again swept the guards with a disdainful look, then turned and walked towards Luigi and Princess Peach. His heart was filled with disappointment towards the guards and anticipation for the upcoming revelry.
He didn't look at the old man again, as if he had completely put the recent events out of his mind. He said to Luigi and Princess Peach, "Let's go, let's enjoy tonight." His voice revealed anticipation for the upcoming revelry and ruthless indifference towards the old man.
Three people slowly left, Mario's footsteps were firm and fast, and he said without looking back, "Take this poor old man away, let him eat and drink, and don't let him disturb today's activities anymore." His voice was full of impatience and indifference, as if he completely ignored the old man's pleas.
The old man heard Mario's words, but still did not give up. He continued to plead with Mario under the guard's restraint, "Please, Mario sir, the world is collapsing, only you can save us, please!" His voice echoed in the corridor, full of despair and sadness.
Mario suddenly stopped in his tracks, his figure appearing unusually tall in the dimly lit corridor. He abruptly turned around, his cold indifference becoming even more apparent on his face, and the fury in his eyes seemed to be on the verge of erupting. Pointing at the old man, he shouted loudly, "Shut his mouth for me!"
His voice echoed like thunder in the corridor, and the guards were so frightened by his roar that they immediately covered the old man's mouth, preventing him from making any sound. Despite being subdued, the old man's eyes were still filled with tears and despair as he helplessly looked at Mario, seemingly silently pleading.
Mario glanced at the old man, and the anger in his eyes seemed to subside slightly, but soon he turned away, not looking at the old man again. He said to Luigi and Princess Peach, "Let's go, don't let these boring things affect our mood." There seemed to be some weariness in his voice, but soon he regained his past excitement and anticipation.
They continued to walk towards the depths of the palace, leaving the old man being dragged by the guards, his eyes filled with helplessness and sadness. His tears left clear traces on his face, but his cries and pleas had been tightly silenced by the guards' hands, unable to make a sound. In the quiet corridor, only the old man's feeble struggles and the guards' heavy breathing remained. On this grand commemorative day, the world's disasters seemed to have been overshadowed by revelry and laughter, and the old man's pleas were drowned out by indifference and anger.
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