A Bumpy Road to Power Chapter 93: The Ultimate Trump Card

"Hmph! It seems you're just another greedy official who only cares about his own gains!"

Shaun Pace cursed and fell silent.

Returning from Stone Nose.

Just as they reached near the health clinic.

They saw that the clinic's entrance was already crowded with people.

A vast, black torrent of over a hundred people.

Moreover, more were gathering from all directions.

There was no need to wonder; Tristan Reid's "big attack" had finally arrived.

This was the real showdown.

The front door was inaccessible.

Dirk Carter and his group entered through the back door.

As soon as they entered the hall, Zach Griffin hurried over, saying anxiously, "A lot of people have co. For safety reasons, I've already closed the main door."

Dirk Carter nodded.

He patted Zach on the shoulder and said, "You've done well."

Then.

He walked towards the clinic's front door.

Out of worry.

Dorothy Zechariah wanted to hold him back.

Just as she reached out her hand, she was stopped by Ewan Forrest, who said, "Don't worry, this guy is as sly as a fox. If he didn't have so confidence, he wouldn't be looking for trouble."

Dorothy Zechariah curiously asked, "Have you suffered at his hands?"

With this question.

Ewan Forrest's face turned red.

The image of being "bullied" next to Dirk Carter flashed through his mind.

At the ti, he thought Dirk Carter was asleep.

But it turned out he was just being a shaless rogue.

And a blatantly shaless one at that.

"Do you like him?"

Dorothy Zechariah covered her mouth and laughed.

Ewan Forrest got anxious upon hearing this.

Hurriedly said, "I would never like that rogue, he's nothing but a big scoundrel."

As he said this, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of guilt.

At the door.

Separated by an iron gate.

Dirk Carter stood alone on one side.

On the other side was an angry crowd.

Without guessing it's clear, they were people from Pinegrove Village, instigated by Tristan Reid.

"That's Dirk Carter, he's the one protecting the arsonist."

From the crowd, a loud voice shouted.

Clearly, this was soone pre-arranged to incite the crowd.

"Hand over the culprit, hand over the arsonist!"

In the next mont, soone began to chant slogans.

At first, only a few people joined in, but as the chanting grew louder, more and more voices joined in, becoming more and more fervent under the rallying cry.

As the situation on-site threatened to spin out of control.

Suddenly, soone shouted, "The old Mayor is here."

The chanting gradually subsided.

Following this.

A path opened up in the middle of the crowd.

To the cheers of many people, Tristan Reid appeared.

He still leaned on his cane and sauntered over slowly, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Along the way, everyone treated him with great respect.

"Old Mayor, we've suffered such huge losses; you must stand up for us."

"Old Mayor, make them hand over the culprit, we can't be bullied for nothing."

...

The sa words were said by many as he walked along.

Tristan Reid nodded repeatedly.

Finally.

He stood at the forefront of the crowd.

Although separated by a gate, he was face-to-face with Dirk Carter.

Their eyes t, and they locked in a staring contest for a while.

Dirk Carter said, "The old Mayor lives up to his reputation. With a wave of your hand, the people of Pinegrove Village all ca. You're planning to recreate the scene from four years ago, right? Only this ti, the target is , Dirk Carter, correct?"

Tristan Reid smiled slightly.

He said, "Mr. Reid served Sunglow Town for twenty years, dedicated to the people. It's only expected to receive such love from everyone. But you, Mayor Carter, the mont you took office, you stood on the opposite side of the people. I am truly concerned about how you plan to continue as mayor."

"The opposite side of the people? I think you an against the old Mayor, don't you?"

Dirk Carter sneered.

Tristan Reid, full of confidence, leisurely said, "Sweet talk can't solve problems; winning people over with small tricks won't last. The most important thing in officialdom is choosing the right side. A young and promising mayor like you should have had a bright future, but unfortunately, you followed the wrong person, and the outco is evident."

"The old Mayor ans I should pledge allegiance to Magistrate Sumrs instead of Executive Hughes, right?"

With this sentence, Dirk Carter had already laid it out plainly.

Tristan Reid smiled and did not answer.

After pausing, he said, "All right, I'm not here to lecture you today. Moreover, this ti I'm not here as the old mayor, but as a mber of Pinegrove Village. The cooperative suffered such heavy losses, and it's reasonable for everyone to want the arsonist handed over. Whether to comply with public opinion is up to Mayor Carter's decision."

"What if I refuse to hand them over?"

"Refuse? Or perhaps Mayor Carter simply can't?"

A sinister smile appeared on Tristan Reid's face.

When Dirk Carter went to Stone Nose.

He had already arranged for soone to infiltrate the clinic and deal with Denton Quincy.

And the reply ca back.

Denton Quincy was dead.

It was because of this that he dared to imdiately unleash his big attack.

As long as Denton Quincy died in the clinic, Dirk Carter would be finished. He forcibly kept Denton Quincy, refusing to hand him over to the police station, and now he's dead under his watch, which is negligence.

Neither the people's anger nor the inquiries from higher-ups could be withstood by a re mayor.

Once Dirk Carter falls.

It will involve Dahlia Hughes.

However the accusations play out, Dahlia Hughes won't clear her na, even if she dives into the Yellow River.

In this way, this line is completely cleaned up.

In Sunglow Town, there would no longer be any disturbance.

More importantly, the incident from four years ago would never resurface again.

"I am the head of the investigation team. Before the case is closed, I cannot hand over the suspect. That's the simplest truth; surely the old Mayor understands?"

Dirk Carter said.

In Tristan Reid's view.

At this mont, Dirk Carter was deliberately hiding the cause of Denton Quincy's death.

He slowly turned around and shouted to the crowd, "Fathers and fellow villagers, I communicated with Mayor Carter, and he is unwilling to hand over the person. What should we do?"

From the crowd, a rough voice shouted, "He just wants to shield the culprits; let's storm in and seize them!"

"Yes, let's storm in and seize them."

Imdiately, others joined in.

The gathered crowd was most easily swayed by emotions.

With soone shouting this.

The crowd also started clamoring.

"Mayor Carter, if things get out of hand later, it won't be my problem; it will be yours."

After saying this.

Tristan Reid sneered.

He stepped back a few paces.

This was the signal to act.

Seeing this situation.

Soone charged up, pulling at the iron gate and shaking it vigorously.

When one person did this.

Others followed suit.

Soon.

The iron gate of the clinic, under the forceful shaking of the crowd, began to loosen.

Dirk Carter stood alone across the way, unyielding.

It was imaginable that if these crazed people rushed in, Dirk Carter, at the forefront, would share a similar fate to Denton Quincy, who was beaten then.

Through the crowd.

Dirk Carter could see the confident and sinister smile on Tristan Reid's face.

After all, from his perspective.

This ti, he was sure to win, just like the lee four years ago.

The two stared intently at each other.

Suddenly, Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

This smile made Tristan Reid's heart skip a beat.

"It's ti for you to co out!"

Dirk Carter didn't look back, rely shouted loudly.

Only to see at the clinic's entrance.

A line of fully ard police suddenly stord out.