Mint City · East District
"It's begun."
Weiken raised his head and glanced toward North and South Gate, then turned to the Red Robe Man. "Have your people all been arranged?"
"Scattered throughout the city."
The Red Robe Man wore a gentle smile. "They can begin acting at once as soon as you give the word."
"Most of the time, I still hope this city can be more orderly and stable."
Weiken looked around and sighed slowly. "After all, stability is better for business."
"What you want is order,"
The Red Robe Man narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of amusement at the corners of his lips. "Or a kind of 'stability' where only you can do whatever you please?"
Weiken was slightly stunned.
"There has never been perfect order in this world. The moment an order is established, it contains distortion. If, as time passes, no one tries to correct that distortion, it will grow completely."
The Red Robe Man smiled. "And when order becomes distorted, chaos is born from it. All order will ultimately head toward collapse and chaos. That is the rule of this world."
"So you're preaching to me?"
Weiken turned his head and shook it. "I don't want to become a Wanted Criminal who kills without restraint."
"The people who died by your hand far outnumber those we have killed. Not being on the Wanted list does not mean you are innocent."
The Red Robe Man smiled. "You created one bout of chaos after another, shattered one family after another, and caused one life after another to fade away. The blood flowing from your hands could form a river. Those who do not wield blades are not necessarily free of blood on their hands. Am I right, future Director?"
Weiken had remained calm while listening