"Who is he?"
"The game is over. What do you mean? What game?"
"Hey, hey, hey. Are you one of the crew members on the bridge? Did the meteoroid shower break the shell of the starship? Send someone to repair it. We need to continue the celebration!"
The citizens who had just fallen into confusion and panic, upon seeing that someone had come out to take "responsibility", actually resumed their innocent temperament and started shouting like spoiled children.
The flowers growing in the sterile rooms had never experienced the harshness and ugliness of the outside world. It was impossible for them to imagine the appearance of evil and the thoughts of people like the puppet king, Lu Qingchen.
In the middle of the skyscrapers, in the middle of hundreds of giant flashing walls, there was deep pity in the eyes of the fat man who had a weird black spot on his forehead.
