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An emaciated man stood alone in the midst of the crowd, his eyes straight ahead, his vision through the glass lenses with arrogance and disdain.

Not only R-class, but D-class citizens are also garbage of the empire, and the man sincerely thinks so, obviously he has no talent, and he will not make any contribution to the empire, and it is a great gift to be allowed to live in this land, and he should be humble like a worker ant all his life, and he should work constantly to support the truly talented, which is the meaning of the existence of D-class citizens.

But what is the scene in front of you?

Stupid and unproductive people are holding festivals, frolicking, eating, drinking, singing and dancing, completely forgetting their duty.

Ugly women, stupid men, uneducated children, all of them are not chosen, and they are holding festivals, celebrating, laughing, no, this is not something they can deserve.

It's time to put an end to this boring activity.

The mayor of District 13 has rich experience as a manager, but as a human being, he is a weak man, he knows how to use a little bit of his hand to control the so-called big people, not to mention, the other party still has a handle in his hands, as long as he controls it moderately, he can easily achieve his goal.

The man pondered in his heart, silently made a note, and then smiled on a smile that meant something. His eyes began to move from side to side, his legs were on his feet, and he had to hurry to find the man and leave after doing what he had to do, just being surrounded by D-class citizens and being touched by them had already made him irritating.

That stinky silver-haired little ghost, you have to find him, the other party is an A-class citizen, the only A-level citizen in District 13.

Class A Citizen ......

"It's actually an A-class citizen......

He had heard himself muttering to himself more than once, and now he almost spoke.

"My real name is Randall Hatherland Stuart, and the Imperial Duke, Yana Hatherland Stuart, is my father. As a member of the Stuart family, I have the right to remain silent about your unreasonable questioning, and I have the right to demand that you immediately put an end to your present offensive."

The little ghost was sitting in the electric chair at the time, and when he said this, he was still alive and well.

Not a lie.

For the first time in my life, I was looked down upon.

He would become an inferior person and be looked down upon, this is a fact that he can't accept no matter what. He used his status as a B-class citizen to enjoy privileges in the D-class region, and everywhere showed that he was the chosen one, but in front of the real imperial nobles, was he just an ordinary commoner?

Are you kidding!

『…… A-class citizens?! How could an A-class citizen come to such a place!'

His voice faltered, and his proud composure vanished.

"The fact that I'm alive proves that I'm not lying, isn't it, I have my own reasons wherever I go, and it's not something you can ask. The only thing I can assure you is that LOTUS's corpse has nothing to do with me. Now I ask that you let me go, and promise me that you will not do anything unfavorable to Lady Diana and her children.'"

The silver eyes are firm, earnest, and sparkling.

He dodged that gaze and began to investigate, trying to find a flaw and return to the top of the pyramid of Area 13. However, a subsequent phone call from the A-class region completely extinguished his originally small flame of hope.

The silver-haired imp in front of him is really an A-class citizen, or the youngest son of the Stuart family, even if this identity is placed in an A-class citizen, it is difficult for ordinary people to reach. He uses a bubble ID, a privilege that only a real minority is entitled to, a privilege that he himself has never heard of.

Unwilling, and powerless.

One of the two moats of the imperial hierarchy is A-level citizens and B-level citizens.

A moat made purely by blood.

Damn, it's not fair!

"Are you alright, sir?"

An old woman's voice came from the man's face.

Eventful old woman.

His thin lips moved, but he didn't make the slightest sound, and the other party was shocked by the terrifying gaze in his eyes, and walked away in a huff.

care, have you fallen to the point of letting low-level citizens care? He doesn't want something worthless.

I want rights, give me rights!

With the right, you can live freely without being threatened by anyone, and not because of a blank dive that makes you uneasy and becomes a prop for others to drive.

He was deeply disgusted by Duke Stuart's threat, but he was envious from the bottom of his heart.

"Pork skewers, pork skewers, freshly grilled pork skewers, sold at a special price."

"Fresh milk tea made with the highest grade tea leaves, now you can drink it for only 10 carats."

"Fried buns, fried buns, the last 15 of the limited edition, will be sold out soon......

The air around me began to become sweet at some point, and the sound of selling in my ears was endless.

It is the announcement that the destination has arrived.

The food section of the festival is perhaps one of the busiest areas of the festival. As the main road in District 13, the two-way two-lane Shengfa Road is crowded with people at this time. This year, a total of 32 food businesses participated in the festival, and each of them was given a temporary booth of 5 square meters, which was regularly arranged on both sides of the festival.

All of them are popular businesses that have been voted for by the citizens, and there are long queues in front of almost every store.

Lively, noisy, crowded, all of them are the things that men hate the most. However, at this time, he had to move with the crowd, and now was not the time to do whatever he wanted. It's so crowded that it's hard to even turn around, and if you take it too lightly, you might be trampled on.

Go, look, go, look, you have to be still and look carefully.

Patience, patience.

Just say what needs to be said, do what needs to be done, and leave right away.

Patience, patience.

He only needs to pretend to remind him, even if he completes the task of Duke Steat, as for whether that little imp can survive or not, what does it have to do with him.

"Ah, it's Diana's cake."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and he looked up and followed the man's line of sight.

His target was with a purple-eyed child, and the two seemed to be talking about something happy, and the man could even see the smile on each other's faces. The makeshift display case in front of them with benches was empty, and a sign with the word "sold out" was placed at the front of the booth.

"Ahh It's a shame that they're all sold out.'"

"Damn, it's too late."

There are people around me who keep expressing regrets.

The man stopped, his eyes locked on the silver-haired child.

Two days ago, the man arrested an outlaw, and the man unexpectedly got a message from the other party. Randall Hatherland Stuart's identity has been deliberately exposed in the unique "shadow" of the D-Class region, and in the future, a large number of killers, kidnappers, and dangerous elements of anti-imperial organizations will gather around the silver-haired child. Maybe they have begun to gather around him, just like a group of moths attracted by the light source, they will never stop without touching the light.

Without the protection of the army, the silver-haired imp in front of him would almost die, no, definitely die.

will die.

Thinking of this, the man smiled.

What are the feelings welling up in my heart, relaxed, comfortable, or gloating? He couldn't tell, but the pleasure was real, so he laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps it was this pleasure that restored his proper intuition and insight, and from the very beginning he had sensed a negative spirit full of hostility, evil thoughts, and greed emerging from a part of the masses who came and went. Who this negative spirit is targeting, he doesn't need to think about it at all to know the answer.

They came, faster than expected.

In this case, the warning has no effect, so why bother to do it?

Just watch from the sidelines, as a bystander, watching the noble A-class citizen in front of him die in what tragic way he died, it is not a joy in life.

The man suddenly wanted to look up and smile.

Die, die.

Who made you look down on me!