Containment Breach? Use My Fists to Build a Cage!

[Four points of amnesia, three points of confusion, and two points of dawdling. The final point is that the stink of the world fills the streets. Squeeze my canned starter! Don't make me feel like I'm a pervert, or... A legend? The ancients said: control, contain and protect. It is the orthodox law for bargain-hunting supernatural phenomena. But the wheels of history are rolling by. Containment will eventually change hands, and a cage will be hard to come by. As the mystery leaks out, large companies with capital outlines have other solutions. "In this era of materialism, instead of relying on weird dialectics, the diameter of your fist is the truth." Behind the open door, Lang Hai half clenched his fists and half spread his hands. "On the left are talents, and on the right are materials. Confining you is just animal cruelty. Giving choices is the bridge of civilization." "Even if some are unable to speak, and some are mentally and physically insane, I still communicate physically and spiritually." So... The bloody right fist punched into the palm, the sole of his shoe stepped on the debris, and Lang Hai grinned. "I have received your opinions. Today is another day of peace."