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The young man's eyes showed confusion.

He was just eating here peacefully, so why was he suddenly asked about a blessing?

'There was no mention of a tradition of blessings in this place, was there? Did the instructor not teach me? Did he know I was seducing his mommy and deliberately sent me here to die?'

Just as the young man was questioning life, Aili had already clasped him by the neck:

"Hey, buddy."

"Let's go to the Public Security Bureau."

Hearing the words "Public Security Bureau," the young man immediately began to struggle.

"Let go of me! I'm not eating without paying, so why are you taking me to the Public Security Bureau?"

"Because you didn't go out just now, and you weren't blessed."

"Why would I go out just now? And what the hell is a blessing?!"

"Can you say something I can understand?!"

Aili ignored him, just held his neck tightly, and dragged him outside.

"Hey, Aili Jiang, what are you doing?"

A group of sturdy Uyghur men, who had been staring at the sky and pointing, turned around when they heard the commotion and looked at the young man curiously:

"Did he eat without paying?"

Aili tightened his arm, afraid the young man would be snatched away.

"He didn't go out just now, and he wasn't blessed. Before that, he was rambling on about all sorts of nonsense to me. Do you understand now?"

"Fifty bowls?"

Aili chuckled:

"I don't know."

"Take him to the Public Security Bureau."

As soon as Aili finished speaking, his wife, Ayxem, suddenly remembered something:

"Aili Jiang, did he pay for the nang?"

Aili, still holding the young man, walked towards the Public Security Bureau.

"The nang wasn't free; it was fifty bowls..."

The scene in the small restaurant in Urumqi was just a tiny microcosm of what was happening across the land of Huaxia.

As the golden streaks of light fell from the sky, the Public Security Bureau, Special Administration Bureau, and Martial Security Bureau, having already received their orders, all mobilized.

In a slightly old residential area of Modu.

Members of the Martial Security Bureau, wearing exoskeleton armor and accompanied by three Policemen, pushed open a slightly ajar door.

Chen Gaocheng stood by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, and turned to look at the nameplate on the exoskeleton armor before speaking:

"Guoqing?"

"I didn't expect it would be you to arrest me."

Zhao Guoqing looked at the cigarette butts scattered on the floor, opened his exoskeleton helmet, and sighed:

"With your intelligence, you should have known this day would come."

"But why didn't you Cultivate the visualization method properly?"

Chen Gaocheng took a drag from the cigarette, which was now only a filter, and gave a bitter smile:

"Do you think I didn't want to?"

"From the first day I got the visualization method, I tried to Cultivate."

"I Cultivated eight hours a day; I worked harder than anyone."

"But do you know?"

"Even though I could visualize the Spark, every time I was about to visualize it, I would remember all the wrong things I had done in the past."

"Then the nascent Spark would dissipate."

"There's no chance."

He murmured:

"There's no chance, do you know?"

"He doesn't give me a chance to repent, do you know?"

As his words fell, his breathing became rapid, and his skin turned an abnormal cherry red.

Zhao Guoqing moved, jumping to Chen Gaocheng's side, and raised his palm to scan his body.

"Beep ~"

"Target: Chen Gaocheng."

"Current status: Cyanide poisoning."

Seeing Zhao Guoqing immediately close his helmet to avoid poisoning after the detection sound, Chen Gaocheng couldn't help but laugh:

"Guoqing, we're friends after all, why are you so wary of me?"

"Don't worry, I was afraid I wouldn't die fast enough, so I injected the cyanide directly into my bloodstream with a syringe."

"It won't poison you, and it will let me die faster, saving you the trouble of trying to save me."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something:

"Oh, right, maybe heaven and earth treasures could save me."

"But someone like me, how could I be worthy of using heaven and earth treasures?"

Zhao Guoqing let out a heavy breath:

"Why do you have to do this?"

"If you expose him, you might not necessarily die."

Chen Gaocheng retched twice, then laughed:

"I offended someone back then, so I could only work as an administrator in the data library."

"He pulled me out, gave me a way to live, and even helped me get my revenge."

"Although I, Chen Gaocheng, am not a good person, I wouldn't do something so ungrateful."

"Besides, as long as I die fast enough, there will be no crime."

"My wife and son can also live normal lives."

"I can't visualize the Spark, and I can't get the blessing of the territory map, so there's no place for me in the future Huaxia."

"It's better to die sooner rather than later."

At this point, he gave another dry laugh:

"If there's a next life, I'll definitely be a good official."

Zhao Guoqing was silent for a moment:

"Then do you regret it?"

"What's there to regret?" In the end, Chen Gaocheng seemed a bit carefree:

"I do regret not killing that bitch who set me up back then."

"Oh, and I also regret not being able to fulfill my filial duty to my parents, not even seeing them one last time."

"Thinking about it, I guess I also let down my wife a bit, and didn't properly accompany my son as he grew up."

Zhao Guoqing shook his head:

"No wonder you can't visualize the Spark."

"Even now, you only think about yourself, and you don't feel any regret for your actions over the years."

"It's done, what's there to regret?" Chen Gaocheng smiled:

"If regret was useful, there wouldn't be such a thing as 'regret medicine'."

A younger Policeman, unable to stand his nonchalance, checked his phone and said:

"Chen Gaocheng, since you have no regrets even to your death, do you know that your son, Chen Lifei, also failed to visualize the Spark?"

Chen Gaocheng froze:

"How is that possible?"

"How could Xiaofei not have visualized the Spark?"

"He had already entered the visualization realm on the third day of getting 'Spark'!"

"He's far more patriotic than I am, his father!"

"You can't deny Xiaofei's efforts just because of me!"

"How could he not have visualized the Spark?"

Seeing his panicked expression, the frustration in Li Jia's heart finally dissipated a little:

"You believe him just because he told you? Can't he lie?"

"No, no." Chen Gaocheng leaned against the wall, his breathing becoming rapid:

"Xiaofei is so well-behaved, how could he lie to me?"

"How could he possibly lie to me?"

Li Jia delivered the final blow:

"The fact is, he lied to you."

"So there's no place for you in the new era, and no place for your son either."

"He is destined to be eliminated by the new era."

"At school, without the Spark ignited, he will be looked down upon by everyone and detested by his teachers."

"His peers can accelerate their martial arts training through the territory map, but he cannot."

"The free resources and subsidies provided by the state will also be terminated because he has not ignited the Spark."

"Just because he hasn't ignited the Spark, no one in all of Huaxia will dare to help him."

"His life is over!"

Chen Gaocheng's eyes widened, and he tremblingly pointed at Li Jia, opening his mouth as if to say something.

But the cyanide that had permeated his body had already ravaged him and corroded his nerves.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't speak, and with a long gasp, he lost his breath...