Please Die

Please die.

Chen Yu, at the scene, had no idea that the Upper District was watching this place.

He only felt somewhat irritated, gradually overcome by a sense of drawing his sword and looking around in bewilderment.

After fighting his way up from the Lower District with great difficulty, he had not gained even a trace of Negative Emotions. Instead, he had accumulated a heap of disgusting Positive Emotion.

Heavy snow filled the air. People collapsed on the streets at every moment, yet no one came out to provide disaster relief. It was utterly absurd.

Killing one chairman was useless. Killing two bosses was futile. The entire Central District had been thoroughly pickled in capitalism, tainting everything with the disgusting stench of capital.

Disgusting!

Skyvault Type Eight scanned its surroundings, and Qiu Bufan inside felt her scalp go numb.

Her warning radar had been screaming itself hoarse, while Iron Man Firmament had even given up on warning her, weakly telling her, "We've been locked onto by over a hundred mechs. Just wait to die."

Listening to the piercing alarms, Qiu Bufan also wanted to curse.

When she had still been down below, the only support available had been loans, and there had not been a damn weapon in sight.

Now that they were about to die, everything had suddenly appeared.

Did that make any sense?

After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "President Chen, how about we surrender? My puppet isn't insured."

"I'll compensate you for a brand-new one at full price."

"Then it's fine. But what are you planning to do? There are so many of them. Can we even fight them all?"

"We can."

"And what happens after we win? Killing just one won't accomplish anything."

Chen Yu gave Skyvault Type Eight a strange look. "Then we