Chapter 670: Chapter 583: Settle the Score with Me

The audience below murmured, the well-dressed politicians and wealthy businessmen whispered to each other, occasionally letting out light chuckles.

"Who is this?"

"I’ve never seen him before. Is he a new up-and-coming figure in politics or business? The younger generation sure is full of vitality."

"I’ve heard that a big figure would make an appearance today. I wonder when we’ll see him. I’m injecting 3,000,000￥ into the ’Day of Agony’ fund, as an effort toward the cause of peace."

"Yes, peace is important. They’re all bionics, so there must be something unclear. Why can’t we just sit down and talk? Don’t you all agree?"

Voices of agreement came from around the wealthy businessman.

In this city, in front of the "New Gospel" and Hera Network, everyone abides by the rules of power. But there are always some who can exercise rights not explicitly stated by those rules, indulging slightly in their personal privileges.

In absolutely private settings, bionics can avoid the stigma of labels; however, the "New Gospel" never defined the boundaries of such absolutely private settings. Some people are under Hera’s close watch even in the bathroom, while for others, the vehicles in their homes are considered absolutely private settings.

Ordinary people typically cannot come into contact with these types of individuals, and such individuals often do not come into contact with ordinary people.

In their eyes, tens of thousands of ordinary people are alienated into indicators and data, becoming cold numbers dancing on screens.

They are polite and cultured, humorous and elegant, yet they cannot understand the suffering of the common folk.

"No, no, no, in my opinion, this war is not worth negotiating at all," said a young up-and-comer, criticizing.

"It’s those greedy bastards who disrupted the stability of society. In the name of so-called freedom, they dragged this city into endless chaos. Skyline City provided them with a stable life, yet they repaid it with treachery, ultimately destroying that stability. How many people died because of their ’freedom’?"

"This is childish and thoughtless impulsive behavior."

The people around were taken aback for a moment, glanced at each other, and then someone led an applause, quickly followed by others, filling the banquet hall with laughter.

It was evident that almost all the members of the Revolutionary Army were now scowling, with their gazes fixed on Cervantes standing at the center of the podium.

Cervantes took all this in without speaking.

...

"I heard Loren is releasing his new song at today’s tour performance."

A girl tagged as "Star Chasing Girl" cupped her face and said while chewing on a straw. The ice cubes clinked against the glass with a crisp sound.

"I’m really looking forward to it. The incident at the last performance seemed quite serious and hit him hard, even lowering his score to 99. I thought he’d never recover, but he adjusted so quickly."

"That’s why I admire Loren. I like that about him."

"Actually, he just sang off-key, and the venue had issues, causing him to trip. Yet those annoying media exaggerated it as a major performance accident, stirring up an online frenzy."

Another girl beside her chimed in.

"Outsiders are too harsh on him, all because of his ’Perfect Male God’ tag."

"Always slacking off."

Agrown man labeled as "Office Worker" glanced at the girls, stood up, and left.

"That guy..." The "Star Chasing Girl" was about to retort when the curtains in front of her lit up.

"Here it comes, here it comes, the city-wide tour performance. Loren will be visible on all the big screens..."

"Wait, that guy." The "Star Chasing Girl" gasped. "Who is it?"

All the screens in Skyline City simultaneously broadcast, showcasing the young man’s light red eyes to every passerby.

"Everyone."

Cervantes’ voice resonated in the banquet hall.

"I apologize for meeting you all in this manner."

"Let me briefly introduce myself. I am the interim commander of the Revolutionary Army, Siphaun."

With these words, the entire room fell into silence.

The faces of those who had been discussing turned to astonishment as they looked in unison at Cervantes.

"What’s this guy saying?"

"Must be joking, right? How could he be Siphaun, the current commander of the Revolutionary Army?"

"That’s not a joke to make, haha; this is the city center of Skyline City, with Hera’s surveillance so tight, how could Siphaun possibly come to a place like this."

The sharp-minded businessmen who sensed something unusual buried their heads and started moving toward the exit of the banquet hall, only to be blocked by Revolutionary Army members stationed outside the door.

The young man who had earlier spoken out underwent a drastic change of expression, trying to push through the crowd to escape but was caught by a Revolutionary Army member and escorted out of the hall, looking ashen. The sharp sound of a gunshot informed everyone present of his fate.

The affluent individuals were filled with shock and fear, the bloody reality forced them to recognize the fact that the young man on stage was indeed Siphaun, the commander of the Rebel Army, and they had become hostages of the rebel group.

They bowed their heads in terror, their minds racing as they wondered if their previous remarks had offended the rebel group.

They had long heard of Siphaun’s ruthless and aggressive nature, and this scene only deepened their suspicions.

This temporary commander is nothing but a madman who resorts to any means!

"Perhaps some of you have heard my name through various channels, understood my style of conducting matters; whether true or falsely derogatory, I ask you to regard them as the real me."

"It was I who sent you the invitation, inviting you all to gather here for today’s discussion."

"Siphaun, you’re a madman, utterly unreasonable!" Someone shouted out loud, interrupting.

"To dare to kidnap us like this, do you know what you’re doing? If you’ve got the guts, just kill us all, and let’s see if the storm it raises can drown you!"

Those around him immediately widened their eyes, thinking whether one could maintain dignity without dragging them down.

Yet faced with reality, they had no choice but to stand on the same side, only through applying pressure on the opposition in such a manner could they secure more leverage for themselves and avoid ending up like the young man a moment ago.

"You must be aware, daring to act against so many of us, even killing us, you should deliberate the consequences of doing so, because even if you win the war, you’ll eventually be brought to justice!"

Cervantes let out a light laugh.

"Justice?"

He began laughing loudly, with tears coming out.

"You want dignity, and you’re threatening me with this way?"

"Alright."

What surprised everyone was Cervantes’ following words.

"I consent to your justice."

"But I have no intention of living to see the end of the war; I will let myself burn to death in the fire like Chéririne!"

"All I do is to unlock the shackles that bind us."

"If you wish to bring me to justice, then please, when the war is over, when the proclamation of the new regime resounds in every corner of Skyline City, when the thoughts of bionics are no longer oppressed, when dignity is no longer trampled!"

"By then, please dig up my grave and hang me again on the gallows!"