ca-book Chapter 603 - 600 - ’My dear daughter.
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 re
"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.
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"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.