Whoosh!
On the screen, the factory was engulfed in flames. Chen Jin stood transfixed for a long time, as if possessed. The flames on the screen were reflected in his eyes.
A breeze blew past, bringing with it a chill. His body trembled slightly and he was brought out of his daze. His mind became refreshed, as if water had been dumped on his head. Within moments, his mind cleared up. He murmured, "Sorry, I might have… Gone crazy for a moment. I am a scrap collector from another dimension. I am an indigenous person who lags behind the progress of this world by a few hundred years. I entered a storehouse of treasures. A storehouse with priceless treasures. My mind was possessed by greed and my actions were led by my instincts. My method of dealing with you may have been wrong. Maybe I should have let you go. But… If I was faced with this same choice again, I still might have made the same decision. Because… you know of my existence."