It was an unsolvable scheme. As he watched those people enter the Capitol Building, a smile spread across the Director's face.
What were people most afraid of when they did something wrong? Having to face serious consequences?
Were they afraid of being discovered? No!
What people feared most after doing something wrong was being found out by their families!
When they were children, they could stand up to their schools, classmates, and society's judgment after doing something wrong, but they did not dare let their families know.
Even after reaching middle age, that feeling still remained. They might not even want their families to know too much about their lives outside the family!
The people of the Federation used "privacy" as a disguise to prevent such situations from arising.
So the Director struck them with something vicious, bombarding their mental defenses from every angle—morally, legally, and ethically.
In particular, most of these people were already "elders." When their juniors, nephews, and nieces discovered that they had done something so horrifying and vile, they would become even more ashamed to show their faces.
As long as people developed the thought of "regret," even if it was only a faint trace, it would gradually spread under the power of time.
A dozen minutes later, the officer called the Director. The moment he spoke, he began cursing, "If you fucking never considered our demands, you can keep playing your self-righteous little tricks."
"I will not compromise. Remember this: I absolutely will not compromise. Once the time is up, I guarantee I'll blow the entire building and everything inside it into the sky!"
"Go to hell with your damned tricks and your damned bitch of a mother!"
The Director listened with a beaming smile as the officer cursed him for quite a while. Only