In the night, the fierce cold wind whipped up snowflakes, and beneath the thick, dense clouds, the stars were hidden from sight, with planes passing by dimly like cold crows.
Su Ming'an was thirty meters above the ground, where dozens of searchlights were cast high from the earth, leaving a white circle on the reflective surfaces of transparent skyscrapers. All the lights were focused on both figures slowly ascending the glass pillar.
It was eleven o'clock at midnight, just one hour before the New Year's chimes would ring. The barrage had already begun to congratulate each other with various word puzzle games proliferating. The lively and warm atmosphere starkly contrasted against the precarious last moments of Kaius Tower.
"Teacher, Lin Guang is at his most vulnerable right now, sleeping in the Rehabilitation Pod. If we want to seize the core control system, we must usurp his administrator identity—that is, we must drive him out or kill him," Tretiya said.