Albert frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea. Let's take things slow and wait till he feels a sense of belonging in the department.” "So, you're saying you can't vouch for him either?" said the bearded elder.

Albert sighed. "I'm not denying that, but people like him are hard to cby. It's best if we don't trigger him, or we'll be suffering a loss over nothing." The two elders exchanged glances. "We respect your opinion, but you're responsible for whatever comes out of this." "Don't worry. I'll take full responsibility and leave you two out of it," Albert smiled.

The elders got up to leave, bowing to Albert.

Albert chuckled, muttering to himself, "I'm already one foot in the grave. It hardly matters what I take responsibility for. What a useless threat to hold against me." Later that night, a plane landed in Zealand airport.

Wilbur emerged from the arrival gates, taking in the sight before him.

Seechertown was a first-tier city, with a long and rich history of success and revolution.

Zealand was a super first-tier city. It might not have been around as long as Seechertown had but was

every road, with more neon lights than stars coming into sight

was about to find the nearest hotel he could stay in, thinking of reaching out to

then, a colorful light rose from the mountains in the

top of the nearest building. He jumped from roof to roof, and it did not take long before he arrived at the foot

of hiking later, Wilbur finally

stretching out of the peak,

the deck was

was a white-haired elder standing on the deck, looking out into the Zealand

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