Focas drove a bulletproof SUV, carrying his two children, all the way out of the Golden Apple District, through the Red Giant Wolf District, and arrived at an ordinary-looking five-story apartment in the Green Olive District.

Not too far from this apartment stood the Ugo Hotel.

Focas parked the car in a nearby alley, picked up his two children, and walked steadily into the apartment.

He didn't go upstairs but went straight to the basement entrance.

Two men in ordinary clothes guarded the shadows there.

When they saw Focas, they immediately clenched their fists, lightly tapped their heads, and didn't stop him.

Focas nodded slightly and pushed open the ajar door with his elbow.

After passing through a narrow corridor, Focas came to a hall.

At the end of the hall stood a stone statue, and in front of the statue were rows and rows of simple bedrolls.

At this moment, many people were already lying on these bedrolls, all with their eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Focas walked towards the stone statue, and on the way, he placed his two children on the empty bedrolls.

These could hardly be called bedrolls; they were just white sheets folded on the stone bricks of the hall. There was no real difference from lying directly on the ground. They were very hard and very uncomfortable.

Sleeping on them was almost a torture.

Finally, Focas arrived in front of the stone statue.

This statue was different from all its kind. Its face did not have carved facial features but was inlaid with an ordinary mirror.

When Focas raised his head and looked at the head of this statue, he naturally saw himself.

He clenched his fist, lightly tapped his head, and said in a deep voice:

"The True Self Endures."

After performing the ritual, Focas turned around, returned to his two children, and lay down on a simple bedroll.

The hard touch tortured his waist, reminding him of the past.

Ever since his wife contracted "Heartless Disease" and he, a noble, a general, and an Awakened at the "Mind Corridor" level, was powerless to stop it and could only watch helplessly, he joined the "True Self Sect" that worshiped "Dawn" and became a "Dream Breaker."

After nearly a quarter of an hour, Focas's eyes closed, and his breathing became rapid.

He fell unconscious.

...

In the Golden Apple District, inside the Inspector's residence.

Alexander's butler led the visiting Cynthia into one of the living rooms.

Cynthia was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, tall, with lustrous, shimmering flaxen hair and a pair of eyes of the same color that seemed to speak.

Today, she wore a black dress that exposed her shoulders, with diamond necklaces, bracelets, and brooches, looking noble and elegant, but nothing special.

"Inspector Alexander," Cynthia said, bowing respectfully to Alexander.

Her gaze then swept across the entire living room, checking how many people were here.

"One..." This referred to Inspector Alexander.

"One..." Cynthia's gaze glided over Garolan's face.

"Two..." Cynthia glanced at the butler beside her.

"Three, four..." Cynthia saw the two guards responsible for protecting Alexander.

A total of four people... She nodded slightly in her heart.

"Madam, what brings you here so late?" Alexander cleared his throat and asked.

Cynthia looked around and said hesitantly:

"Could I trouble them to wait outside the door?"

She often visited the Inspector's residence and had private interactions with Alexander, so such a suggestion was not excessive.

As one of the two giants of "First City," Alexander himself was capable enough to protect himself.

Alexander frowned almost imperceptibly and hesitated for a moment:

"You go and guard outside."

He was clearly instructing the butler and the guards, but his gaze was on his youngest daughter, Garolan.

Garolan stood there with a calm expression, as if she didn't feel her father's gaze.

At the same time, the butler and the two guards walked out of the living room silently and softly.

The former carefully closed the door and, together with the two guards, guarded outside, preventing anyone from approaching.

Seeing this, Cynthia stepped forward and said with slight panic and fear:

"Inspector, the culprit of the citizens' assembly bombing case caught by the Hand of Order has identified Elder Valo as the mastermind. General Gaius took the opportunity to summon all citizens in the city to assemble tomorrow morning.

"This, this reminds me of some bad rumors.

"Inspector, if you don't step out to stop it, First City will fall into chaos!"

As she spoke, Cynthia approached Alexander, trying to take the old man's arm to soothe her fearful heart.

Alexander turned his head to look at his youngest daughter, Garolan, and awkwardly withdrew his arm:

"Madam, please don't."

Before Cynthia could respond, Alexander pointed to the coffee table in the living room:

"Madam, calm down. How about a cup of tea first?"

There were two cups of tea placed there, one belonging to Alexander, and the other Garolan had drunk from.

Cynthia followed Alexander's finger and looked over, instinctively counting how many cups of tea there were:

"One cup, three cups... um, there are three cups of tea in total.

"Which two people were the Inspector chatting with before?"

With thoughts racing through her mind, Cynthia pursed her lips and said:

"Okay, okay."

Her lips were slightly pink, with a pearly luster, looking very seductive.

Alexander forced himself to withdraw his gaze and swallowed subconsciously.

He quickly called the butler to bring another cup of tea.

At this time, Garolan had already found a place to sit down, showing a state of ease and no intention of leaving.

Soon, the butler brought a cup of black tea and then withdrew from the room with gentle movements.

Cynthia picked up the cup, trying to take a sip, but due to the lingering fear and panic, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and she accidentally knocked over the teacup.

"Oh dear..." She stood up quickly, her chest soaked.

With a sense of gentlemanliness, Alexander wanted to offer help, but after looking at the wet area and then at his little daughter next to him, he stopped himself.

Cynthia busied herself for a while. Seeing no one responding, she had to sadly and miserably pull out a tissue and wipe herself.

"Inspector, you see..." She wiped the clothes on her chest while wanting to say that she might have to go to the restroom to take care of it.

Following the words "you see," Alexander looked at Cynthia's chest, only feeling that the curves there were beautiful, with an unspeakable charm.

He suddenly felt a burning sensation, and something was rapidly brewing in his heart, about to boil.

But... Alexander turned his head and glanced at his little daughter, Garolan, sitting next to him, and couldn't help but complain about Cynthia in his heart:

Can't you see the occasion?

Why are you acting like there's no one else here?

Alexander put on a stern face and said in a deep voice:

"Madam, I already know what you want to express. I will maintain the stability of First City.

"Alright, you can go back now. It's easy to catch a cold with wet clothes."

Cynthia was stunned for a moment, and her expression didn't recover until the butler, as instructed, came in to ask her to leave.

She had never seen such an Inspector Alexander!

When Cynthia's figure disappeared at the door, Alexander turned around, looked at his youngest daughter, Garolan, and frowned slightly:

"Is this one of your abilities?"

Garolan answered very calmly:

"Yes."

Alexander was silent for a while and sighed deeply:

"You are completely different now than before."

Garolan showed a slight smile:

"You probably don't know what price I paid."

"Hmm?" Alexander made a questioning sound.

What paid price is easily spoken about?

Unless it is not easily targeted.

At this time, Garolan suddenly whispered, "Amitabha."

Then, in a casual manner, she said:

"Personality."

The price she paid was her personality.

...

In the Red Giant Wolf District, inside the safe house prepared by the Old Task Force.

Long Yuehong looked at the gradually brightening sky and breathed a sigh of relief:

"I thought there would be chaos last night."

After all, such a terrifying existence like Xiao Chong had taken action, which could easily trigger an excessive reaction.

In addition, the explosions created by the Old Task Force were also stimulating the sensitive nerves of everyone in the city.

"It seems that the strength and stability of First City are stronger than we imagined. Those big shots must have been very busy last night." Jiang Baimian nodded in agreement. "Such a skyscraper, if there is no problem with the internal structure, it is difficult to create chaos by external force alone."

Shang Jianyao thought seriously for a moment and said to Long Yuehong:

"Say something else, like, I only got to 1.75 meters after genetic modification, and my grades are also average, like, there should be no chaos for us to exploit this time."

"Hey..." Long Yuehong was amused and annoyed.

Jiang Baimian glared at Shang Jianyao, exhaled, and said seriously:

"We should go out and get a radio transceiver."

At the same time, they also had to pay attention to the development of this citizens' assembly.