Lin Fusheng leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the street scenes speeding by outside the window.
His eyes turned distant, as if traveling through time, returning to that era intertwined with passion and fire.
"Seventeen years ago, I, your dad, and Ye Zhiran, who is now the Professor, were all members of an organization called 'Ideal Land.'
"Back then, we were all young and full of energy, feeling that the world was unfair to mutants. Why should we hide like mice? Why should our lives be decided by ordinary people?"
"So, under the leadership of the old leader, we gathered a group of like-minded brothers and sisters, dreaming of establishing the first nation entirely belonging to mutants in this world."
"In this ideal country, all mutants are free from government jurisdiction, free from worldly prejudice, living and working in peace, being their own masters."
Fang Cheng listened quietly, hands clasping the steering wheel, without interjecting.
