So people live most of their lives without an audience, while others, facing death, have every seat below occupied.
Ji Jue didn't need to promote anything; the scene of the Flying Airship crash had already imprinted itself into everyone's eyes.
Like a falling giant whale, so tragic and sorrowful.
Yet everyone couldn't help but sigh with relief, finally...
When one whale falls, a multitude is born; one Mudahka died, and countless others lived. Good riddance, a glorious death, everyone is cheering!
Even Mudahka's forr allies and financial backers couldn't help but smile gleefully—after all these years of dealings, who knows how much dirt that dog had on others?
Having done so many dirty deeds, bitten so many people, and accumulated so much blackmail material, now that it's of no use, only those who add insult to injury remain—how could anyone offer help in tis of need?
The dog died, so what? Get a new one!
Frankly, from the mont the whistleblower uttered the na 'Mudahka,' he was already forsaken by everyone.
As the King of Tower City, all his life's contributions couldn't compare to the significance of today's death!
People might even pressure Huan Yu Heavy Industry for 'funeral expenses' under the guise of grieving relatives and friends!
Just thinking about the zeros on the check and the profits behind them made many start to hum lightly.
Mudahka died well!
But also not so well...
Because he died too miserably, and too quickly.
Miserable beyond everyone's expectations, and so quick it made everyone uneasy.
A man who had operated in Tower City for so many years, surprisingly died at the hands of an outsider who had been in Tower City for less than twenty-four hours.
Just blew up an office on the opposite side, then his own lair and all industries got burned to ashes in the sa way.
All at once.
Died condemned by all, died by the force of the trend.
Even the very last bit of value was completely squeezed out, his corpse becoming a tool for the other to showcase power, his lair the stage for Ji Jue to intimidate opponents...
Just after a rare mad dog had died, here ca an epic enhanced version of the Golden Collector's Edition!
Everyone was already sowhat dumbfounded.
At this mont, watching the flaming heaven-soaring Robinia Manor gradually burn to a white ground of ruins, the participants who were just celebrating with glee, had at so point, fallen into silence.
No one spoke anymore.
Only an ominous premonition began to surface again in their hearts.
From now on, life is going to be difficult...
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"Many people have told that life in Tower City is getting harder and harder."
In the officer-exclusive lavish restaurant at the Federation Military Base, soft music resonated in the fragrance of aroma, beyond the excellent sea-view terrace, the azure waves rolled.
The colors of the sea and sky were srizing, casting a glance it's breathtakingly expansive.
Before such a beautiful scene, Fan Yun held a knife and fork, cutting the steak on his plate, chatting leisurely: "Everyone says, living in constant fear like this, they don't know when it'll end... what do you think?"
"It's all nonsense."
Ji Jue replied without hesitation, "With the Federation here, order and stability are ensured. As long as the General is here, peace in Tower City is assured. If one cannot live in such peaceful tis, what good could they be?
The General must not be deceived by those parasites; those people are malevolent, willing to do anything for their few acres of profit."
"Indeed."
Fan Yun was slightly stunned, then laughed, nodding in agreent: "Those who can't live well under the good days provided by the Federation, what good could they really be?
If they can't make it, they probably deserve it.
It's rare that at a young age, you can have such sharp insight."
"The General overpraised."
Ji Jue lowered his eyes, humbly replying: "I'm just a re craftsman, what insight and ability could I have? I rely rely on your magnanimity to allow to make a fool of myself."
Fan Yun laughed.
The waiter silently approached, refilled his glass, and silently retreated again.
With the brisk sea breeze blowing, the lunch was light and relaxed.
No shadow could be seen.
Following his departure from the police station, Ji Jue was brought here by a special car to have lunch with the General. In response to the trouble Ji Jue caused, from beginning to end, the General didn't utter a harsh word or rebuke, nor did he hold him accountable.
It was as if he was casually reminiscing like with familiar juniors, laughter abundant.
"From my mory, the last ti I t with Xiao Lv seed like just the other year. Little did I realize, in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed."
Fan Yun observed Ji Jue, sighing with admiration: "It's been so long since I've seen such an outstanding young person."
"It's just youthful arrogance."
Ji Jue modestly sighed, lowering his head with genuine regret and grief: "I didn't expect to end up causing everyone trouble."
"Indeed."
Fan Yun nodded, speaking warmly: "It's just a minor issue, just pay more attention in the future."
"Understood."
Ji Jue decisively nodded, as if he had taken the elder's advice to heart.
Deeply introspective.
"It's good to be young; if you make a mistake, you can still correct it. But once you're old, one misstep and you might be shattered."
Fan Yun sighed lightly, sipping his strong drink, not caring whether Ji Jue's introspection was genuine or a façade, he abruptly asked:
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