Therefore, retribution will eventually come.
"I told you, he wouldn't cooperate with us properly."
Just then, a voice said this.
Gore tensed up, but didn't move. The area was swarming with observers; any fluctuation in characteristics would trigger a mandatory suppression and lockdown. At that point, resistance would be out of the question… losing half your life on the spot would be a minor consequence.
He didn't remember whose voice it was; it sounded familiar, perhaps he'd heard it at a party before. But in those kinds of places, especially at a banquet suddenly held in a salon, all your smiling colleagues could be hypocrites who want to devour you alive.
"Following a series of deliberations and decisions, and a joint vote by the American Parliament, we will witness a... very grand trial."
"For this reason, Salon specially invited an expert on dealing with prisoners from Yingzhou—the famous 'human head balloon'."
"Just thinking about it gets my blood pumping. We've worked together for so long, and I've never seen Mr. Gore with tears streaming down his face."
Gore listened quietly, clenching his fist and then releasing it. He felt his blood grow cold, as if it couldn't flow completely through his body.
For the first time ever, he thought of Roy.
Then, he laughed a few times, seemingly mocking himself.
Thinking about that idiot now won't do any good. They'll say it's a necessary procedure for identifying traitors, and we're just doing it for the future of all humanity. Besides, in this world, you can't rely on others; you can only fight your way out yourself, or you'll die in the shadow of Eoubs, becoming just another piece of flesh rotting in silence.
He had already made preparations.
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