This is F district, where many Wanderers gather, and the reasons why they beca Wanderers vary greatly.
And regardless of the reason they beca Wanderers, these people all share a dislike for capitalists, or rather, they have a natural aversion to them, believing that all their misfortunes were caused by these capitalists.
"Don’t worry, based on past situations, this chairman is definitely going to die. The Deception Group won’t let him off easily." The bartender chuckled amusedly, his eyes full of anticipation, eager to witness bloodshed and violence in the live broadcast.
His words also gained the agreent of everyone in the bar, as they redirected their gaze back to the screen.
"Alright, now for the second knife." Magic smiled again, tossing the Flying Knife upwards, then it shot out as fast as lightning that not even thunder could keep up.
The chairman concentrated on Magic’s hand movents, however, in just an instant, the sound of the Flying Knife piercing the spinning wheel reached his other ear.
How... How is this possible!
With the fra rate of his Prosthetic Eye, how could he completely miss seeing that Flying Knife?!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
The chairman’s face was full of shock; his Prosthetic Eye was nearly the most advanced model available in Lonely City. The only thing more high-end would be those custom-made for the Research Sequence. With this Prosthetic Eye alone, he could just barely discern the trajectory of a handgun bullet flying through the air.
That’s a speed of three to four hundred ters per second, already at the level of the speed of sound!
Yet now, a Flying Knife much larger than a bullet had managed to evade capture by his Prosthetic Eye.
Could it be that the Flying Knife’s speed even exceeded a thousand ters per second?
The chairman’s mind was filled with disbelief. He thought he just hadn’t paid attention to the first knife, but with the second knife, he had been staring unwaveringly...
Why!?
"Very good, you’ve failed again with the second knife." It all seed to be within Magic’s expectation; he kept tossing the knife up and catching it again, "Now for the second question, who is your backing?"
Seemingly worried that the chairman might deliberately misunderstand his words and thus respond incorrectly, Magic added an explanation: "What I an is, who’s protecting you, enabling you to remain untouched by the law even after being exposed, to the point where you don’t even need to appear in court? A person? A corporation? Or perhaps the Social Sequence?"
"..." The chairman looked deeply at Magic; his heart couldn’t help but pound violently.
Obviously, this question was not so easy to answer.
Magic had already restricted his way of answering with the question, now he could only respond directly.
And a direct answer...
How could he possibly reveal the na of his backer?
If he really did divulge the person behind him, even if he managed to leave alive, his days would be numbered.
So...
He had to lie about this question.
Quickly, the chairman answered calmly, "I don’t have any backers. The Sages Group I lead is among the top fifty corporations in Lonely City. My influence is so strong that neither the police departnt nor the Social Sequence dares to arrest without solid evidence."
His statent seed reasonable, but it was barely plausible at best; no one would believe the chairman’s words.
And the chairman was gambling, gambling that the lie detector test couldn’t detect it.
"Alright, let’s see... the result of the lie detector test." Magic turned the cara towards the lie detector.
A red light.
A lie.
The chairman felt a chill in his heart.
And then ca even more doubt.
Why?
He could fool those high-end lie detectors, so why couldn’t he deceive this simple button?!
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