Chapter 162: The Mask (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

"Now, as we lift our eyes, towering skyscrapers surround us, glittering with gold and splendor, the most captivating treasures on the earth, day or night."

"Of course, each of these buildings has its name, like Avis, Nord, and Welme; their prosperity could belong to any conglomerate, but not to Dawn, not to us."

"Who built them? Our construction workers did."

"Who adds to their luster? Our machinery and lamp factories with their intelligent machines and neon light boxes."

"We created this bustling city, but no glory or wealth comes back to us."

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He Ao shifted his gaze around, seeking a potential sniping spot.

Christos was standing in the heart of the crowd, delivering a speech, surrounded by a dense mass of people, with his core supporters undoubtedly among those in the center.

The Assassin was only D-level, and killing a C-level, even just a C-level mental ability user, should be exceedingly difficult as an assassination beyond his rank.