If this was the case, Lu Feng was a really good man.

“I don’t know, he has no one around him,” the judge answered.

Then he added, “Sometimes I want to help people but there is no chance. No one would seek help from the Trial Court.”

An Zhe pursed his lips. “You’re really good.”

He added, “You aren’t like a judge.”

The judge’s temper was very mild, even among all the people An Zhe had met. The judge smiled. “A lot of people say that. Perhaps a talent like the colonel is more qualified.”

“It seems so.”

He thought that Lu Feng’s cold personality was the reason he could make the most accurate judgment.

“This year is the seventh year that the colonel has worked for the Trial Court.” The judge explained. “The heterogeneous look no different from humans in appearance but we have to judge their true species. Sometimes we are mistaken and killed people by mistake. This is the world’s most difficult thing to do. If the Judge looks at other judges, he could tell the judge if they are correct or not. However, for the Judge himself, no one can tell whether he is right or wrong. The things the Judge are fighting are unimaginably huge. There are the lurking heterogenous, the doubts of others… and himself.”

“Therefore, I thought that colonel has something other than indifference that supported him for seven years in the Trial Court. I hope you can understand him.” The judge told An Zhe.

This judge always directed the subject to Lu Feng and An Zhe saw through him. Then at this moment, the judge frowned slightly and glanced at the wall near them. There were many people gathered there and it kept increasing. An Zhe originally thought they were residents of the district coming to see but they all looked very serious like they were attending a big party. They were talking. Their voices were very low but An Zhe could vaguely catch a few words.

“The ratio… terrible…”

“4,000 people.”

“…Start.”

An Zhe saw the judge beside him frown and gesture to the guards in the distance. A team of guards came over but those gathered under the wall dispersed. There were hundreds of them and the scale was even bigger after dispersing. New people were constantly coming from the district and joining in.

In the crowd, someone waved and An Zhe confirmed the person was waving in his direction. An Zhe looked over and saw a familiar young face. It was the person he met on the first day he entered the human base, the one who led him to Building 117. At that time, he had been protesting.