The next day, New Nara City.
The big screen broadcasts today's news, the development of this new energy city is changing with each passing day, beneath the high-tech facade are people with weary faces. A few network hackers stop in front of wanted portraits, their efficient aramid information suits displaying their robust physiques.
A red-haired hacker slightly raises her head, as if sensing something, someone in the alley waves a hand at her.
"Elias Baiye, Chairman of Cosmic Heavy Industries, announced at 7:00 this morning that he is donating his asset, 'Tengmosijie Studio', to Dawn Office."
The news on the screen halts, and the image of a young man appears.
"On behalf of Patriarch Chichu Qiu, I address everyone. For a hundred years, times have been progressing and evolving, as has the Insect Race; two hundred years ago, they brandished claws and fangs, a hundred years ago, they grew armor capable of withstanding armor-piercing shells."
