Finally, Chen Feng’s voice came through the speaker again:
“Zhang Wei came to my command center. He told me he knew you were our target but then urged me not to kill you.

When our remote-controlled smart car was about to crash into you, Zhang Wei interfered, allowing you to escape. He was beaten by an angry mob, suffered severe injuries, and couldn’t receive treatment under the circumstances. In the end, he died from an infection.

In hindsight, everything we learned from Zhang Wei and your colleagues was accurate, yet utterly useless to us.

I hadn’t even begun hacking your phone’s location before you tossed it. I didn’t crack your car’s GPS before you abandoned it and headed into the mountains. We were always a few hundred meters behind, chasing shadows.

It’s as if he predicted your every move. And the rest of the intel he provided? Completely worthless.

So, Zhang Wei used useless intelligence as a cover to get close to us, observe our actions, and then, at the critical moment, saved your life.

But here’s what I can’t figure out: why didn’t he follow my orders as completely as everyone else?

Zhao Dong, the leader of the intelligence team, instantly recognized the manager, and so did Chen Feng.

By then, the enraged crowd had already surged forward, quickly overpowering him. He was knocked to the ground in an instant.

He became the target for all their pent-up frustration. The fear, panic, and pain everyone had endured over the past twenty hours poured out as fists rained down on him.

Chen Feng issued an order to Zhao Dong: “Get the intelligence team to detain him, tend to his wounds, and keep him isolated. I need to speak with him alone.”

She didn’t argue, which I took as her silent agreement.

This only reinforced my suspicion: the Domination System hadn’t just assigned me a task—it had given the entire human race a hellishly difficult mission. And I? I was the final boss in this twisted game.

But I wasn’t going down without a fight. If I had to, I would use this opportunity to push humanity back on track.

My chance? The three wishes I could make once the mission was completed.

“I’ve surrounded you all! Stop resisting immediately! Surrender and drop your weapons—it’s your only way out!” I shouted at the crowd of about ten million people, but no one so much as flinched.

So, I pressed a button, releasing 50,000 hens from the chicken farm. What happened next remains an unshakable nightmare, one that continues to haunt me.