The howling cold wind swept past the enormous floor-to-ceiling window. Looking up ahead, one could vaguely see drifting clouds in the night sky.
Below those clouds, countless lights stretched seemingly to the end of the night, laying a blanket of light across the earth.
Every tiny point of light represented an armored vehicle, an Armored Squad, or an aircraft.
Those endless lights were like a surging, burning lava sea, rolling toward this silent city from every direction.
They were densely packed, sealing off every blind spot in sight.
This pure, straightforward sight was far more shocking than anything seen through a Holographic Projection.
Everyone standing behind the glass curtain wall fell into brief silence.
"Lynn, sorry, I'm late."
Just then, accompanied by hurried footsteps, a burly figure ran out of the elevator behind them.
He Ao turned around, looked at the muscular, scar-faced man, and smiled. "Not late. Just in time."
Then he asked slowly, "Has everything at the city gate been dealt with?"
"It's been dealt with."
Mide strode quickly to He Ao's side and replied, breathing slightly hard.
He looked at the gray-haired old man in a crisp suit before him. This was his first time meeting this 'mayor' face-to-face.
While riding the elevator up the high wall, the mayor had instructed an officer to send him a message. So after resolving the matter at the North City Gate, he had rushed up without stopping.
On the way up, he had imagined what kind of temperament the Old Man might have—cold, arrogant, murderous... But when he actually met him, the Old Man felt different from every image he had imagined.
The Old Man who had single-handedly pacified North City did not feel distant or imposing. His expression was calm and composed, carrying an approachable warmth. He looked no