"At four o'clock this afternoon, terrorists attacked the headquarters of Gospel Finance in our city, causing the deaths of hundreds of employees. A spokesperson for Gospel Finance expressed strong indignation and severe condemnation, swearing never to yield to terrorists...
At this critical juncture, Gospel Finance employees displayed admirable loyalty, declaring one after another that they would never abandon the company. They worked overtime to recover losses and voluntarily gave up their holidays and rest...
Regrettably, damage to the data center has forced the delayed issuance of some customer loans. After communication, customer representatives have all expressed their understanding and support."
"Citizens are requested to watch for the following faces. If you notice any relevant developments, please report them promptly to the Holy Capital Guards.
Once a report is verified, the Holy Capital will issue an honorary citizen certificate, granting access to Baichi Group's internal housing prices and Gospel Finance's express channels..."
"Today, the Mid-Level Jihao fast-food chain was exposed for using rats in its meat filling. The public praised its cleanliness and hygiene..."
"After nightfall, the Holy Capital will conduct disinfection and extermination work. Citizens are advised not to linger on the streets for too long."
"Now, let us look at today's entertainment news—"
An hour after waking up, Huai Shi sat on the second floor of a dilapidated fast-food restaurant in the lightless lower district, watching the news on television with great interest.
He clicked his tongue at the wanted photos of himself, Yuan Zhao, and Mo San appearing on the screen.
The man in the photo was still that unshaven, miserable-looking middle-aged fellow, utterly unrelated to his current restored face.
Yuan Zhao, on the other hand, looked just as if he wanted to cry but had no tears as he did now.
"I understand the general situation."
Ignoring