Inside the armored vehicle, which wasn't particularly spacious, the air was filled with the fragrance of sakura incense. Seven fully armed members of the Japan Special Assault Team held their weapons, their eyes fixed intently on Li Ang.
Should he provoke them into attacking him?
Li Ang's breathing quickened slightly as he wrestled fiercely with his thoughts.
The SAT's involvement in escorting him meant this wasn't as simple as being treated as a suspicious person who had failed to report information. Perhaps the survivors had already given them a general account of what happened in the subway car, leading them to categorize him as a highly suspicious individual.
Li Ang didn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison as an accomplice to the attack, or lie on an examination table as a perpetual guinea pig.
But if he summoned the black substance and exposed it for all to see, he would be ostracized from human society.
"Mr. Li Ang, you are a good person."
