Even before meeting Chato for the first time, Qin Wei had prepared this story. It originated in Dick's oral account, Ra's al Ghul's letters filled in its details, and its background information came from Qin Wei's targeted investigation.
Yet the more he investigated, the more absurd and eerie the whole affair seemed.
The skyscrapers of the "Land of the Free" were built with bricks of slaughter and gravel of plunder.
Seeping through the gaps between the bricks were the desiccated remains of five hundred thousand H workers, their blood wrung dry.
The steel reinforcement in the concrete was replaced by the corpses of enslaved Black people, their eyes wide with rage.
Finally, the building's magnificent polygonal roof was stitched together from Native Americans' scalps.
The more someone lacked something, the more they emphasized it. This rule applied just as well to "nations." A country that flaunted freedom had risen through enslavement and oppression, while the long passage of history was enough to wash away even bone-deep hatred.
H people walked on thin ice at society's margins, while Black people, apart from rallying together through slogans, did nothing but loot under the banner of revenge to satisfy their own selfish desires.
Most ridiculous of all were the Native Americans, huddled in the reservations the United States had set aside for them, watching helplessly as the continent's former rulers found "Native American ethnicity" reduced to a laughable badge of "political correctness."
No one wanted revenge, except for a demon that had awakened.
Under Qin Wei's detailed description, half researched and half imagined, Chato seemed to truly witness the massacre. The bloody scenes, the wails and screams lingering in his ears-every bit of it tormented his nerves.
And Diablo was silent no longer.
Qin Wei distinctly sensed the surrounding temperature rising sharply. His