Eight hours after Ji Jue was attacked, as Tower City went into lockdown, a car had already stopped outside the Upper City General Bureau.
Dugu Ming, who had not slept all night, had bloodshot eyes. Even the buttons on his suit were done up improperly. He pushed open the door, shoved aside the police superintendent approaching with a fawning smile while wearing a grim face, and strode straight toward the lounge.
In an instant, he changed his expression.
Beneath a warm, hearty smile, that classic old-money-style deep chuckle began broadcasting without limit once more, carrying a touch of gentleness, concern, pity, and sorrow as it came rushing toward Ji Jue.
"Sorry, Mister Ji. I came too late."
He clasped Ji Jue's hand with immense enthusiasm and shook it vigorously, his tone heavy with grief. "I never expected something like this to happen. It truly breaks my heart."
"Thank you for your concern, but rest assured. It was merely a bunch of lowlifes jumping the wall in desperation."
Ji Jue clasped his hand as well, looking bold and heroic as he smiled at life's hardships—mainly the hardships in other people's lives—and declared passionately, "Tide Sound Military Industry will never yield to fear! Justice will prevail! Justice is bound to descend! We will fight Nirvana, the Evil Transformation Cult, and other terrorist organizations to the bitter end!"
That resounding declaration rang out from the lounge and spread far and wide, clear enough to be heard even through the walls.
"The Evil Transformation Cult? They're nothing but worthless trash!"
"A bunch of maggots who can't stand the light—how could they possibly shake the bigger picture?"
"Please tell everyone that I will never give up, and I will never bow my head. Criminal forces like the Evil Transformation Cult must be wiped out completely!!!"