Why?
Kneeling in the square, Wofiel stared blankly at the sky. The afternoon sunlight slipped through the gaps between his swollen eyelids, painfully bright.
He would rather it snowed right now.
Enough snow to bury him.
The reckoning was over.
They had lost everything in this settlement.
The Alliance had not opened unrestricted exchanges between chips and silver coins. Although his father surely had unconventional ways to exchange some, the amount could not be much. As for Cr and dinars, the exchange had already been sealed off. Even if Jishu still had some Cr in his Utopia City account, it would never be enough to sustain the family's former lifestyle.
Money was a trivial matter now. Losing power was what hurt him most.
Wofiel would rather the militia killed him. Death was the quickest release.
Better yet, they should kill his wife, children, mother, and useless younger brother too!
His corpse in the street would plant a seed of hatred in Alisa's heart. Perhaps that seed would never sprout in her lifetime, but it would torment her again and again.
As long as she saw any ugly side of the new regime someday in the future and began doubting whether they had been right, she would surely do something—raise another chip high with a reason no one could refuse, and reopen this casino...
His death could help her escape the reckoning, and she was still young. She would definitely outlive those few brutes who only had muscle.
Melvin's blood ran through her veins, and she was smart enough, resourceful enough—perhaps even more resourceful than he was...
The kings of Boulder City might be dead.
But their family could become the new royal house!
It definitely could!
"Hehe..."
As Wofiel thought, he suddenly laughed, then suddenly began to sniffle.
Why?
Why