City of the Future—as the world center that the whole world yearned for, Wang Defa had naturally had the idea of "immigrating" to the City of the Future.
In his vision, it was a more prosperous, wealthier, and technologically explosive place, a place that was just right for a business elite like him.
He did go, but in less than a day, Wang Defa "fled" from the City of the Future in a sorry state.
Madmen... the City of the Future is full of madmen!!
This was Wang Defa's deepest impression of the City of the Future.
Everything he was proud of was despised there. Every person there had a hint of disgust in their eyes when they heard that he was a "businessman."
Everything there was refreshing his worldview. He didn't know what kind of ideology was there, but it was definitely a system that was different from any other place in the world!
But if it was just that, it would only prove that the City of the Future was not suitable for him. It was far from the point where he would flee in desperation.
Why did he flee?
Because nearly twenty years ago, when he went to the City of the Future, he, who was young and vigorous, happened to meet a young man with white hair and blue eyes who seemed to be training in the City of the Future.
The two of them did not face each other directly. They just passed by each other. The only intersection between them was that they casually glanced at each other when they passed each other.
And it was this glance that made Wang Defa feel as if his body had been violently peeled away layer by layer, his soul was roughly and directly pulled out of his body and thrown under the scorching sun.
The scorching sun was warm, too warm, so warm that his filthy soul was left with only a stinging pain under the sun, making him want to let out a painful wail!
That glance was like a red-hot branding iron on the filthiest corner of his soul. It did not bring physical pain, but an extreme shame and fear of being completely seen through, with all his darkness and filth exposed.
In his memory, the white-haired youth's eyes became calmer and deeper, as if containing a light of judgment that could penetrate everything, making him feel like a larva nailed to a specimen board, with even the slightest evil thought exposed.
He almost fled the City of the Future in a scramble, vowing never to set foot in that damn place again.
He used even crazier means to accumulate wealth and consolidate power to numb himself, trying to fill the huge void and fear brought by that glance with more "possessions."
He told himself that it was just an illusion, that he was not used to the environment, that the white-haired youth was a freak!
He succeeded, at least on the surface.
For twenty years, he had almost really buried the unforgettable fear, until—
Until this moment!
The pressure brought by the black, purple, and green armored figure in front of him, the cold scrutiny that seemed to be able to penetrate all disguises and reach the essence, was so similar to the feeling that the white-haired youth had given him twenty years ago!
No, it was even worse!
The white-haired youth had only glanced at him calmly, while the existence in front of him had come with a clear and destructive purpose!
"City... City of the Future... are you sent by the City of the Future?!!" Wang Defa's voice was distorted and filled with incredible horror.
He seemed to have found the source of his fear, but he had fallen into a deeper despair.
If it was really the City of the Future that wanted to touch him, then all his proud and seemingly solid connections and resources in Sapphire City would be meaningless!
[Arahato]—Kallen, did not comment on his speculation.
She just took another step forward. The sound of her metal boots hitting the ground was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Defa's fragile heart again and again.
"Your sins have nothing to do with your origin," her cold, mechanically processed voice echoed. "What is built on plunder and pain will eventually collapse."
Then, she said no more. She just raised her arm, and the energy lines on the armor glowed. It was as if an invisible force had instantly imprisoned Wang Defa, pulling his fat body up from the ground like a puppet and suspending him in mid-air.
This incredible power undoubtedly deepened the fear in Wang Defa's heart. Who else in this world, besides the City of the Future, could have such an incredible ability?
In fact, many magic tricks could achieve this effect, but Wang Defa's mind was already trembling, not allowing him to think any further.
The feeling of suffocation came again, but what was more terrifying than suffocation was the burning pain of his soul being stripped naked and exposed to the "sun" again.
The fear of twenty years ago and the desperate situation in front of him perfectly overlapped, completely shattering all his psychological defenses.
He seemed to have returned to that simple alley, becoming that weak figure who could only obey the orders of others and await the judgment of fate.
No, it was even worse than that time... because this time, he couldn't even feel resentment and unwillingness, only boundless, abyss-like fear and... resignation.
He looked at the approaching, cold-glowing armored hand, and the last gleam of struggle in his eyes was extinguished.
He understood. This was not a business competition, not a power struggle. This was... a reckoning.
A late, but inescapable final judgment for all his sins over the past decades.
He even felt it was incredible. He thought he would be resentful, unwilling, and would viciously curse everyone in the world. He never thought that he would also have the high-level thinking of "the winner is king, the loser is a villain."
Oh... it turned out that he didn't dare.
He didn't even dare to be resentful in the end. He was so cowardly until the last moment.
The sunlight streamed through the broken window, illuminating the flying dust in the room in detail, and also illuminating Wang Defa's completely gray and lifeless face, as if all the life had been drained from it.
His mouth was open, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only let out a silent wail in his heart.
His "kingdom," everything he had built on sin, was like ice and snow under the sun in front of this judge from the City of the Future, melting away.
Until the end, he did not understand who the person standing in front of him was.
Wang Defa had completely lost the ability to think. Kallen, wearing the Arahato armor, was now one meter nine tall.
She looked at Wang Defa, who had collapsed on the ground, left with only the instinct to tremble. There was no pleasure or indignation of upholding justice in her azure eyes under the mask, only a deep sorrow.
Sorrow for the victims who had already been harmed, and sorrow for the "Wang Defa" of the past who could have been a good person. She stood quietly in place, extracting all kinds of information from Wang Defa's body.
The next moment, the secret key analyzed from this information successfully unlocked all of Wang Defa's personal accounts.