Under the cover of night, Cold Wind howled. Before him, a pure white skyscraper towered into the clouds, as magnificent as the Tower of Babel.
"Money is filled with magic."
Fang Zheng stood at the edge of the building, gazing down at the brightly lit city below.
"It can seemingly buy everything: food, houses, land, women, dignity, even power and glory."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng raised his right hand and slowly reached toward the sky.
"That gives those people the illusion that they can use it to rule this world, rule everything, forever. As if possessing the magic of money makes them omnipotent—but unfortunately, that is merely an illusion."
At that, Fang Zheng bared his teeth in a savage, vicious grin.
"They will soon understand that before absolute power, everything they rely on is worthless and meaningless. So-called wealth is nothing more than a string of useless numbers... and through our actions, we will tell them who the true rulers of this world are."
Fang Zheng turned and looked behind him.
"Then let's begin. Tomorrow morning, we will hang the corpses of every top executive of the Integration Enterprise Conglomerate from the streetlights. Dropping nukes inside buildings is the kind of idiotic stunt only morons with an IQ below fifty would pull. We will use a simpler, more effective method to tell the world—the times have changed."
A dim flash of light swept past.
When Claudia collapsed onto the ground again, she could taste blood in her mouth. Before her stood a blurry figure.
"How foolish. Do you think you can destroy the Integration Enterprise Conglomerate with such methods?"
"Hehehe..."
Though she could no longer see clearly, Claudia still chuckled softly.
"Just as Kasugano-kun said, you still don't understand... but unfortunately for you, my task is already complete."
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