The city seemed to be completely undisturbed.
Thousands of lights twinkling in silence, Xiang River lying still. Traffic flowed on the streets like ribbons of light. Everyone was still living quietly.
Yin Chen sat in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the colorful, dazzling view. He suddenly wanted to know, in a while, when people heard the Punishers' cold and profound interrogation to the city, questioning souls, questioning good and evil, would those ordinary people still be able to sit still?
Would they participate in the blind revelry, just as that man had predicted? Or would they be lost and compliant, unsure of their direction?
Thinking of the turmoil he would soon orchestrate, a feeling of joy surged in Yin Chen's heart, like a dark tide.
But after the joy, there was still an endless silence.
That silence was brought by that man.
