A huge fireball rose at the other end of the city, and the tremendous explosion echoed through the cavern city like the tolling of a great bell. Hao Ren stared at Izax in astonishment. "Old King, what are you doing?"
"Making big news." Izax turned expressionlessly and pointed at the television on the wall. "Then we wait and see whether it gets reported."
Nangong Wudi and Elsa stared wide-eyed at the glow of the fire in the distance. After a long while, they let out an "Oh" in unison. Elsa sighed softly. "Back then, we never dared make such a huge commotion."
Nothing happened for ten minutes after the explosion. It was only after the fireball dispersed and the buildings near the blast site were completely swallowed by blazing, inextinguishable demonic flames that everyone heard sirens wailing in the distance. Several oval-shaped aircraft flashing warning lights sped toward the scene along the steel girders supporting the city's ceiling. Hao Ren stood on the balcony and gazed into the distance. His superhuman eyesight let him see what was happening in the blast zone: countless machines and devices were busily fighting the fire, while the roads around the affected area had already been sealed off. Robots directed traffic at the intersections, and passing vehicles followed their instructions and took detours. Hao Ren's attention soon shifted away from the fire and focused on those detouring vehicles. He suddenly realized that since all these vehicles operated under the control of a massive unmanned system, they should have been able to coordinate perfectly with one another. If so, why did they still need robots to direct traffic at intersections?
Was it merely the malicious whim of the city's designer—or perhaps what should be called "the watcher outside the glass house"? Was it trying to make