"Speaking of which, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me..."
The woman gently caressed the radio in her hand, murmuring, "Although we generations who have lived at the bottom of Nest City... know better than anyone the dirty underbelly of Nest City, we know how foolish it is to pursue justice."
"But even so, in the hearts of people like us, there is still a longing for someone to uphold justice and maintain that elusive righteousness."
"And Master Mokaka can play the role of the 'Executor' we idealize."
"Do you know Old Li? The guy selling barbecue biscuits at the edge of the camp earlier, he seems fierce but he's actually nice. He has a son named Little Jie, only fifteen, a programming genius who can hack into a company's security system in ten minutes."
"Old Li always says that when his son grows up, he must send him to study in the Upper District, to leave this damned place."
