Comment after comment struck the pundit's heart like a knife.
He knew he was finished.
His reputation was ruined, and the full force of the law awaited him!
The same scene played out in dozens of places across the Dragon Kingdom.
Those so-called pundits and major influencers who had once dominated online discourse, called patriots "little pinks," and reduced national heroes to "ordinary people"...
Now they looked as though their parents had died.
They frantically deleted posts and accounts, trying to erase every trace they had left behind.
But against furious netizens with investigative skills to rival MI5, it was all in vain.
Screenshots, screen recordings, and reports filed under real names flooded the inboxes of regulators and police departments.
A vast net woven by the people themselves to bring traitors to account had quietly spread across the country.
And Ito Yūgorō, the man responsible for it all, knew nothing about it.
He simply kept reading the Edict of Self-Accusation, mechanically and numbly, each word making him wish he were dead.
At last, when he read the final word, it was as if every bone had been pulled from his body. He collapsed to the ground.
The paper slipped from his limp hand.
Ito Yūgorō raised his face, smeared with tears and snot, and stared blankly at Yue Xiaofei, who stood before him like a god of war.
"I... I finished reading it..."
"I did... did everything you said..."
Like a dying dog, he lay on the ground and used the last of his strength to beg:
"Let... let me go... Please, let me go..."
He wanted nothing else now.
He did not want dignity. He did not
want glory. He
only wanted to live, to leave this hellish place where he had suffered such humiliation.
Yue Qinhu looked down