"Help! Help! Help! I really don't know, I don't know anything..."
The hoarse, desperate cries came from somewhere beneath the overpass. Soon, they were extinguished in the darkness along with the gunfire.
Only Holy Capital Guards wearing gas masks emerged from the alley. After signaling twice to their companions, they scraped the blood from their soles against the paving stones and returned to their vehicle.
The armored vehicle roared away, leaving a mess behind.
Up on the overpass, traffic continued as usual, not even pausing for a moment.
After the Lower District had been sealed off for a week, the indiscriminate purge and crackdown had caused no waves in Holy Capital. Even the residents of the lower districts themselves had long grown accustomed to it.
Everything remained as it always had.
Really, when life was already this awful, could it possibly get any worse?
If resisting was useless, then don't resist. Whatever the masters said went. If those above asked for one, why not give them three, give them five?
Even the cries and wails online only drew mockery.
You hadn't committed a crime, so why would the guards beat you? Wasn't it because you were asking for it?
Every last person in the lower districts deserved to die. The more of them died, the better it was for Holy Capital.
A bunch of trash too lazy to strive—might as well all die already.
Yet before long, even such public opinion was drowned beneath wave after wave of trending topics.
'Holy Capital superstar Marina remarries,' 'Paradise Industrial holds press conference,' 'Green Day Chemical stock hits daily limit for consecutive days,' 'Fifth Season viral milk tea, buy two get one free,' 'Speaker Murong comes out; the beauty hidden in his golden house is actually a man?'... In the end, what captured