It was midnight, and all was quiet.
The clamor that had blanketed Kamsid City during the day, along with the "bang bang bang" sounds of falling bodies, had completely faded away. Only the oil lamps by the roadside still cast their dim yellow light.
At some point, a faint white mist had gradually risen across the entire city, making it seem both real and unreal beneath the hazy moonlight.
As if a strong gust of wind could blow it all away.
Tap, tap, tap.
Suddenly, a chaotic burst of footsteps sounded in the night.
A middle-aged gentleman dressed in formal attire and a top hat, carrying a gemstone cane as though he were about to attend a business meeting, stepped out of the mist one pace at a time.
There was indeed only one "person."
Even if one did not know this gentleman, a glance at his expensive outfit was enough to tell that he was either rich or noble.
And if any member of Kamsid City's upper class had been there,
they would have recognized him at a glance as Garr Hudson, an executive director with real authority at the Southern Trust Bank of the Federation.
Though he was not one of the Golden Palm Federation's very top Big Shots, he was still a high-ranking dignitary beyond the reach of ordinary wealthy men.
He had also made a fortune in the recently concluded "financial crisis," and his net worth had risen accordingly.
Yet this gentleman looked rather strange. Though his expression was animated, his eyes remained shut the entire time, as if someone invisible were leading him onward.
The smug expression on his face made it seem as though countless admirers were flattering him.
Garr Hudson walked all the way onto a splendid podium that had suddenly appeared on