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Chapter 603 - 600 - ’My dear daughter.

Chapter 603: Chapter 600 - ’My dear daughter.

"Thank you all for your presentations."

In the brightly lit office, Su Ming’an sat behind his desk.

This was an office with a strong humanistic style, its wall clock framed in mahogany, corners adorned with succulents and green leafy plants.

"If anyone has any questions now, you may ask them," he said.

A line of people stood opposite him, their expressions mostly tense.

If anyone were to observe this scene, they would be utterly astonished—the key leaders of the Core Area of the City of Measurement were all standing here, including even the Councilman and the Hawk Hound leader.

These important figures, who usually only appeared on live television, were now gathered respectfully in this office at Constantine University.

"Regarding the former Hawk Hound deputy leader, Kaskining Feiluo, the Dawn System has judged his act of detonating the helicopter and attacking the City Lord as dereliction of duty caused by the invasion of Ta Wei," a middle-aged woman began, clad in a white suit, her serpentine eyes visible behind gold-rimmed glasses.

She adjusted her glasses, then asked the young-faced City Lord in a gentle tone:

"May I inquire about your thoughts?"

Su Ming’an picked up his coffee.

A mechanical arm from the coffee maker beside him extended, dropping a sugar cube into the coffee’s dark depths.

"Xike, what would be the usual procedure in this kind of situation?" he said.

"According to the law, all of his honors from before his death should be revoked, his assets confiscated, his file entered into the criminal records and announced across the entire city. His colleagues in the supervisory position would also be demoted. If he were still alive, he would be executed live in front of all the residents of the City-States," came Xike’s bland voice.

Su Ming’an sipped his coffee.

...Such cruel laws of the City-State.

The punishment of live execution, to think it could be written into the law.

He remembered the passion in Kaskining Feiluo’s eyes when he detonated the helicopter.

That sacrificial spirit, though out of place, was shocking—Feiluo truly believed that by doing this, he was paving the way for the City-State’s future. For this cause, he was willing to sacrifice everything—his honors, his official position, and even his own life—to kill Acto.

"...For humanity. I shall kill Yasa Acto, the great enemy standing in the way of mankind’s future."

Such a Morality-type Personality, after the invasion by Ta Wei, could actually make such a crazed decision.

"City Lord, Feiluo’s forty years of life dedicated much to this City-State; even if he was invaded by Ta Wei, it should be considered only as Ta Wei taking advantage of a weak moment.

He had solved four hundred twenty-eight City-State cases and captured thousands of City-State criminals. His entire life was the utmost goal of a qualified Hawk Hound. His honors should appropriately outweigh his transgressions," spoke the Hawk Hound leader at this moment.

This was an old man past his sixties, with a square face and pale white hair, his eyes alert and spirited, his words decisive.

Even though Feiluo had previously sought benefits for his loyal troops before his departure, aiming at the Hawk Hound leader of the Core Area, the elderly man still held a forgiving heart for his deputy leader.

"Yes. Feiluo was a MAN...highly beloved by the residents. If the punishment is too harsh, it might provoke a backlash in the residents’ emotions," a man from the council spoke up.

Su Ming’an remained silent.

The coffee swirled gently in the white porcelain cup, reflecting his calm visage.

The wall clock ticked lightly with a "tick-tock," signaling the start of the afternoon’s first class.

Everyone was awaiting his judgment.

"Dong dong."

Just then, a knock at the door sounded out unexpectedly, followed by a young girl’s voice.

"Teacher, I am Mena from the Humanities Department’s Student Council, your class in the auditorium started ten minutes ago. Are you able to come over now?"

Su Ming’an had classes scheduled all afternoon, which were for the sake of harvesting Emotional Value.

"Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be there," he said.

The bigwigs exchanged looks, not daring to make a sound.

They couldn’t fathom why the City Lord would bother teaching students, and if it were courses in Mechanics, it would make some sense—at least it could help the next generation’s prodigies improve their research level.

But what good was music? The pieces composed by Artificial Intelligence were clearly sufficient.

"Teacher, may I come in? You left your music score in the West District auditorium..." the female student said.

Several people’s eyebrows twitched; letting this girl inside, only to find them standing in front of the teacher’s desk like they were being punished, would absolutely have an impact on public opinion if it got out.

"Just leave it in the mailbox at the door," Su Ming’an handled the situation well.

He glanced at the group of tense bigwigs, these high-status Personas who, at this moment, looked like a bunch of helpless children.

Perhaps it was the deep impression left by the decades of pressure from Acto, the Dawn War that crushed ten cities and reclaimed the freedom of Doomsday City had left a lasting impact. Acto’s experiences were legendary, and in the eyes of the people, he had taken on a divine, almost religious status.

If someone like Zhai Xing suddenly appeared, leading their own state to equality and crushing all other states, while being at the forefront of technology in three domains on a global level... everyone who looked up to him would feel this way.

The female student’s footsteps gradually faded at the door, and everyone’s gaze returned to Su Ming’an.

"Regarding Kas Kaskining Feiluo’s case," Su Ming’an said, looking directly into Hawk Hound leader’s earnest eyes. The white-haired old man seemed eager to protect his junior.

After pondering for a moment, Su Ming’an spoke:

"The decision—strip Feiluo of all his honors from his lifetime,

confiscate his entire estate,

list his files under criminal record, and broadcast it throughout the city."

He set down the pen, finishing the final notes of an unnamed music score.

The pen tip darted and hooked, forming a hollow staccato.

"...Feiluo’s crimes, all to be handled according to the law," said Su Ming’an, "As for the live execution broadcast throughout the city, his body has already been scattered in the explosion, so let’s forego that. The other deserved punishments will remain as usual."

The old man’s expression turned frantic.

He opened his mouth, showing some gap-toothed teeth, but words of plea could not come out.

"Furthermore, make it clear that Kas Kaskining Feiluo was invaded by Ta Wei, warning residents that this is the end for those who believe Ta Wei’s words," said Su Ming’an. "List him as a traitor who joined Ta Wei on the criminal S-tier list. Have the News Department prepare as well, treat this case as a typical one, broadcasting it every 12 hours, continuing for a week, as a reminder to the residents."

The room was very quiet.

No one spoke, not even their breathing could be heard.

Such nearly ’terrifying’ punishment not only lacked leniency for meritorious deeds but also added a degree to the crime.

To strip away all titles and honors, to erase all of Feiluo’s accomplishments from history, and to add his name to the S-tier list of heinous criminals.

News that was broadcast in a loop on the TV, on liquid crystal screens and via broadcasts on the streets, pinned him to the historical rack of shame.

Even the family of Philo would suffer the consequences, with their education and employment options significantly affected. They would be forever banned from entering any workplace associated with public service.

The elder let out a sigh.

Sitting before him was a young man with a demeanor so affable and easy-going that he seemed like a piano teacher full of scholarly charm under the afternoon sun, especially with a soft black cat perched on his shoulder as he wrote sheet music.

This made the elder overlook the young man’s authority as the City Lord.

That man should rightly be—fair, selfless, impervious like the Dawn System, not swayed by anyone’s words.

That is the genuine persona of a City Lord named "Measurement."

"Additionally, regarding the Roseblood case, how is the investigation going?" Su Ming’an lightly moved past the topic of Philo, as if he didn’t care that he had just altered the future of an entire family with a mere flick of his hand.

Philo had dared to attack the City Lord; even if possessed by Ta Wei, such an act couldn’t be tolerated. He must be severely punished, to refrain from giving the impression that "if one is invaded by Ta Wei, any act can be forgiven."

Molite Snow of Eden has been handled by the Hawk Hound team and has yet to be released.

"The newly appointed deputy leader of the Hawk Hounds is following up on the recent twelve Roseblood cases. Most victims died from overdosing on Roseblood, resulting in physical breakdown..." said the elder.

"Let me see the file of this deputy leader," Su Ming’an interrupted the elder.

The elder bowed his head, manipulated his wristwatch, and moments later, a file appeared before Su Ming’an, displaying the familiar face of a young man with black hair.

...It was indeed Ming’an.

As one of the only two Dawn Type Personalities, Ming’an’s promotion was faster than a rocket, reaching heights in days that others couldn’t in a lifetime.

Ming’an’s current name was Adonis... He really had chosen a good name for himself.

"Continue," Su Ming’an said, staring at the brilliant smile in Ming’an’s photo—as if this freedom did not belong on his own face.

"Just that, at the death scenes of the victims, many had written on the walls with their blood before dying..." the elder hesitated:

"Writing... words like ’Yasa Acto, go die’ and such."

"Most of their deaths were gruesome, with their own skin cut off, and those writings were like Ta Wei demon patterns, disturbing the emotions of many investigators."

Su Ming’an massaged his temples.

He rolled up the quick-drying sheet of music he held in his hand, the staccato notes like black tadpoles resting on his index finger.

"Understood," he said softly, as he thought of the final name for the sheet music.

Seeing the City Lord who seemed to be in a bad mood, the people exchanged glances.

"City Lord," the woman in a white suit said, "you have no guard squad, no attendants, isn’t that inconvenient? Central City is still on lockdown..."

"You may leave now," Su Ming’an said without lifting his head, "Oh, and one more thing..."

The group prepared to listen.

Suddenly, the door was struck with several loud "bangs," accompanied by a man’s roar:

"—Lewis! Lewis! Do you not want your job anymore?!

"—Thousands of students are waiting for you in the auditorium; as a new teacher, you sure have a lot of face! Think you’re so popular that you’ve grown arrogant, is that it?

"I’ll tell you, a teacher who can play an instrument, although hard to find, isn’t unique to this large City-State! Don’t think you’re irreplaceable and can afford to give such attitude to Constantine. As long as you neglect your duties, I have the authority to fire you!"

The angry man outside the door was none other than Reed, the director of the Human Resources Department. Reed had always disdained those who exercised their privilege. Lewis’s personality information was now classified as a High-Level Persona MQN, second only to Dawn Type. Su Ming’an’s absenteeism had hit a sore spot for Reed.

Only then did Su Ming’an realize that he had been talking with these leaders for too long, and half of his class time had already passed.

"Lewis, I’m warning you," Reed said, "jobs at Constantine are hard to come by, and you don’t know how good you have it being born into fortune... you, a guy who can only play instruments; once you leave this school, there won’t be better jobs for you. Don’t think that just because you’re a high persona, you can act coy..."

The few present averted their gazes, as if their presence had somehow become awkward.

"Alright, alright..." Su Ming’an said helplessly, "I will go right away..."

"Not right away, immediately!! What are you doing that’s so secretive? Need to keep the door closed? Lewis, I warn you, infringing upon students is illegal!"

With a "click", the next moment, Reed made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life.

He unlocked the permission for the door, and with a loud "bang", he kicked the door open and burst in.

He seemed to want to curse out some more, but the moment he stepped through the door, he was stunned into silence.

A row of terrifyingly high-status big shots stood neatly in front of their desks, like schoolchildren, turning to look back at him.

Blinging medals of various colors adorned their attire, dazzling to the eye. Several top-tier private AI projections floated in the space, entities that were only seen during television broadcasts.

Several gazes converged on Reed, and the room fell into eerie silence.

At the head of the room, only the young man sorting through piano scores slowly moved.

"Here we go, here we go..." Su Ming’an, as if remembering something, said to a man dressed in a red and white Councilman’s uniform, "That’s right, Councilman Kolby, you will handle the judgement results for Eden Executor Molite Snow within three days and send the report to Xike."

"Yes," replied Atlanda, who stood there sweating—relieved that Su Ming’an hadn’t realized he was a Player, and also relieved that he hadn’t attacked Su Ming’an at the time.

...It had only been a few days, and Su Ming’an had already risen to a position of power. Those Players who once chased to kill him, their names had all secretly been put on a wanted list.

Atlanda broke out in a cold sweat... This guy truly never let vengeance wait overnight.

Su Ming’an approached Reed, who was petrified.

"Please keep it confidential, Director." He said with a smile.

"Okay, okay..." Reed stuttered.

...

...

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, my dear daughter, Xiaomei, Mei Mei, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have forced you like that, forgive your dad, please..."

In an old dilapidated house, a man reeking of alcohol continuously kowtowed to a frail-looking girl.

Xiaomei stroked the fat white cat in her arms, feeling at a loss.

The man who had always controlled her life, who suppressed her with violence, had suddenly become like this, all because he feared the powerful white cat in her arms.

"You can, you can stand up, don’t be like this..." she pursed her lips, yet she still forgave the man.

This man had once ruined her future, forcing her to solicit clients on cold nights.

But she just... Just couldn’t hate him; he was her father, connected by blood, the only family she had in this world. She couldn’t bear to lose him.

The man shakily stood up and abruptly hugged her feet, trembling as he kissed the top of her foot.