"The other people must keep an eye on the Alien Race who are stealing talents and shouldn't let them leave here."
"Alright, alright."
The male carrying the big knife spoke impatiently, "Political commissar, why do you talk so much? Just watch yourself, isn't your talent the most powerful? You are going to die."
"Tch, that would be a great threat to the Human Race."
"No."
This young man dressed in sportswear, looking gentle and refined, gently touched his glasses frame, looked up, as if he could directly see Kerr Cowell standing on the City Wall, paused for a moment, and whispered.
"In this city, the most powerful talent should be Kerr Cowell."
"If... Kerr Cowell dies in the hands of the Alien Race."
"That would be a devastating blow to the Human Race."
Mentioning Kerr Cowell's name,