You Are a Traitor to Humanity

Here's a joke: Lin Feng is a good person.

Even though he just became a Wallfacer and immediately started issuing orders to arrest people, falsely accusing them of being ETO members, Lin Feng is a good person.

Even though he encouraged the 007 Work System in various countries, treating workers like chemical generators, Lin Feng is a good person.

Even though his proposed plans have thrown the global economy into chaos, causing many capitalists to lose their shirts, Lin Feng is a good person.

Lin Feng didn't know what others thought, but he knew this was the funniest and coldest joke he had heard all year.

Not to mention after becoming a Wallfacer, but even before that, he was a capitalist with a certain amount of influence.

Just because his father was the former US Secretary of Defense doesn't mean no one would look for trouble with him, like Taylor's political rivals.

Without some skill, what good would connections do? What could he achieve?

Lin Feng pointed at himself, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face.

"Do I look like a good person?"

"No."

The CIA agent shook his head without hesitation, denying it. From the moment Lin Feng arbitrarily and recklessly accused others of being ETO, the CIA's impression of him was that he was more like a dictator than a Wallfacer.

Being labeled ETO would have extremely serious consequences. Just look at how the Chinese people treated collaborators after the Sino-Japanese War.

ETO members were traitors to humanity.

No matter where they went, even if imprisoned, they would be ostracized and targeted by humanity. Even their closest loved ones would view them with disgust, even shame. This was the consequence of being labeled ETO.

Of course, those who had already joined the ETO didn't care. If they cared, they wouldn't have joined.

But for those who were not ETO members, being labeled ETO was an absolutely terrifying prospect.

"Then why do I give off the impression of being a 'good person'? Because I'm a Wallfacer?" Lin Feng retorted.

The CIA agent pondered for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Perhaps it's the distance that creates beauty. You were initially separated from him by the Pacific Ocean. This person is a fervent admirer of America and naturally holds a great deal of goodwill towards it. You might have been recognized by him as a 'good person' who could uphold justice for him."

"Do you want to meet him? He's been clamoring to see you, hoping you'll apologize to him in person, help him recover his embezzled insurance money, and then pay him an additional compensation fee. This way, you can rectify your mistakes and earn his forgiveness."

"???"

Hearing the CIA agent's words, Lin Feng's mind was filled with question marks.

He was supposed to be assassinated, so why was he so brazenly making such demands?

Ah, right. In Japan, there's a culture of apology. When you make a mistake, you have to apologize, bow deeply, and show sincere remorse.

An apology was necessary, an atonement was necessary, and compensation for the apology was also necessary.

Oh, this idea was so naive, so naive that Lin Feng couldn't help but wonder, 'How did this idiot graduate from kindergarten?'

"Where does he get the nerve to make such demands of me? I haven't even settled the score for his attempt to assassinate me!" Lin Feng questioned, a mix of anger and amusement in his voice.

"Because he believes you are a good person. Good people will surely understand his actions and forgive his assassination attempt," the CIA agent shrugged.

The assassin's logic wasn't hard to understand. He tried to assassinate a Wallfacer, but the Wallfacer was a good person. A good person would surely forgive his assassination attempt, and since he'd already forgiven it, there was no wrongdoing.

But from the assassin's perspective? He didn't forgive Lin Feng, so he did nothing wrong, while Lin Feng was in the wrong. Therefore, it was only natural for Lin Feng to apologize, atone, and compensate!

Lin Feng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot as he pieced together the logic. If it weren't for the CIA bodyguards, he would have been shot long ago.

Those were real bullets, and Lin Feng was, after all, only human. A single shot would kill him or leave him near death.

The thought that his life was being treated as something disposable, something that could be arbitrarily taken away, was enough to set his sanity ablaze with rage.

What kind of ridiculous logic is this? His life is a life, but mine isn't? Is it something that can be arbitrarily taken and given away? Am I inherently inferior to him?

"Do you think I should forgive him?" Lin Feng asked coldly, picking up the assassin's report compiled by the CIA.

"How you choose to act is your freedom; I have no right to interfere."

The CIA agent dodged the question, throwing it back to Lin Feng. He didn't want to offend the enraged Wallfacer over a Japanese stranger at a time like this.

"Let me tell you..."

"I'm very angry right now..."

"...And when I get angry, the consequences are very severe."

Matsuda was brought out of the US military base and handed a money bag.

"You can go now."

"Mr. Taylor said he won't hold your reckless actions against you this time. Your insurance money will be recovered for you."

"Take this. This is the compensation you requested earlier."

The CIA agent didn't want to waste any more words with this person, not even wanting to be associated with him, as Matsuda's fate was already sealed.

"Wait, why isn't Mr. Taylor coming to see me? He hasn't apologized to me yet!" Matsuda questioned the CIA agent with dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Matsuda seemed intent on causing more trouble, the CIA agent warned him.

"Mr. Taylor is very busy and doesn't have time to meet you specifically. If you continue to be unreasonable, I will take back the compensation."

"Don't even think about it! This is rightfully mine!"

Knowing he couldn't extort any more money from Matsuda, Matsuda decided to cut his losses. He gratefully hugged the bag full of dollars and hurried away.

Matsuda didn't see the CIA agent watching him leave, a flicker of pity in his eyes.

Matsuda had never felt better. The important figure from America had agreed to help him recover his insurance money and would likely punish those who had embezzled it.

Even if the American big shot didn't help him get his insurance money back, he still had a substantial amount of U.S. dollars in cash, so Matsuda figured he couldn't lose either way.

Limping on his way home, Matsuda hummed a tune, feeling incredibly carefree.

Recalling some comments he'd seen online, Matsuda felt they were increasingly accurate: as long as a person was ruthless and shameless enough, no one could control them. This society was all about the survival of the fittest.

Matsuda stopped at his doorstep, stunned to see two people moving things out of his house.

"Yamamoto, Seto, what are you doing?"

Matsuda recognized the two men; they were his neighbors, always greeting him warmly when they met.

"Matsuda? You traitor to humanity, how dare you come back?!"

Yamamoto looked equally stunned to see Matsuda return, and Yamamoto's outburst only confused Matsuda further.

"Traitor to humanity? What are you talking about!"

Seto gave Matsuda no pleasantries, treating him like a stray dog.

"Considering we're neighbors, we'll pretend we didn't see you. Get lost, traitor!"

"What are you guys talking about? You're breaking and entering!"

Matsuda's temper flared. He recognized the items the two were carrying; they were from his home.