"To be honest, killing a talent like you is a loss for us too, but what my country, Huaxia, never lacks is talent, Yusuf Zuck, I hope you don't hate me, and you don't hate this country!" Devin King let out a long sigh, Yusuf Zuck had gone too far, and it was the higher-ups who wanted him dead, and he could only carry out the order.
Of course, what he said was also true. Huaxia, a vast country, indeed never lacks for talent.
Yusuf Zuck was an independent entity, not under official control, and so he could create acts of terror in the capital city when he was angry, and such incidents were the official's biggest taboo.
The higher-ups didn't care what abilities you had, or what magical powers; all they saw on their desks were reports, bloody reports of severed heads, and now the media had not yet disclosed it, but once it was reported, the impact would be too detrimental.
No one could save him, so his only fate was death.