Thousands of Invisible Hands navigate through servers as transit stations, gathering and dispersing, silently manipulating the flow of data.
Countless eyes open, relying on cameras and surveillance spread across Cliff City, overseeing everything.
Every blind spot, vividly clear.
Then, in the pipes under the workshop, a faint sound emerges, as if countless insects are departing...
"What's that damn noise?"
Two streets away from Ji Jue's workshop, in front of a pancake stand, a smoking man suspiciously turns his head, listening intently, puzzled.
"Hey, it's just the sound of electricity."
The pancake vendor casually gestures towards a nearby transformer box: "It's been there for years. During peak hours, the noise is really loud. Damn the municipal services, reported it so many times, not a peep. Damn, when will Xu Chaoxian die... Brother, want an egg with that?"
"Sure, add more scallions."
