Thoughts That Defy One's Station

Night had fallen, and a light rain drifted down from the sky.

Yet Aisa Tower and Aisa Square were packed with streams of people. Not even the foul weather could dampen the enthusiasm of those who had come to watch the excitement.

A century later, the phantom thief bearing the Deyu name had reappeared. Was he a clumsy imitator, or the genuine phantom thief? The answer would soon be revealed.

At the top of Aisa Tower, Carmena stood in a suit, gazing down at the ant-like crowd below. His face was expressionless. He wore his hair short, his beard thick, and his features carried an air of authority that inspired awe even before anger surfaced.

Though many people had contributed exhibits to this exhibition, it was led by him. In a sense, this so-called exhibition was, at its core, a gathering of the elite, merely borrowing the exhibition's name to elevate their status and flaunt their taste.

At the same time, it was a display of strength by every party involved.

Without question, Carmena's Sky Crown outshone every other exhibit.

Ordinarily, at a gathering like this, he would have received countless reverent gazes, just as he always had.

But this time, throughout the vast hall, many guests were discussing Deyu III instead.

It had to be said that before capitalists became capitalists, they had all been children. Some had enjoyed stories about phantom thieves, had once imagined themselves embarking on dazzling adventures as legendary as those of the protagonists in such works.

Only after they grew up and inherited their family businesses did they abruptly realize that the villain was actually themselves.

Still, by then, childhood had long faded away. They had grown up and understood what reality was. Such thoughts merely stirred once in a while, drawing a knowing