One man from the crowd stepped forward. "She's right. My daughter almost died! I want compensation too!"
"Yes!" someone else shouted. "Ten million yuan for everyone who was on the ride!"
"We all deserve it!"
"Ten million!"
"Ten million!"
The crowd chanted now, united and angry.
The official's face turned pale. He tried to hold up his hand.
"Everyone, calm down! We're not sure what really happened yet. Someone may have tampered with the core. That's not our fault—"
But Gu Jin laughed lightly, a soft chuckle that made the crowd stop and listen again.
"Not your fault?" she asked. "Let me ask you something."
"If someone sneaks into your kitchen and poisons the food, and all the guests get sick, do you say—'Oh well, it's not my fault'? No."
"It means your security is bad. You didn't guard the ride properly. You let someone get close to the magic core."
"That is your fault."
The people around her all nodded.
"She makes sense…"
"It's their park. Their ride. Their mistake."
