The same late night.
In a quiet room, the white-bearded old man gazed at Tanba's nightscape beyond the window, his expression compassionate. Whenever he saw the lights that never went out and the clamorous construction sites, he could not help but sigh silently.
How arduous the lives of the people were.
Who knew how much blood, sweat, and tears had been shed behind this prosperity?
Such brutal rule, squeezing the sweat from the people in exchange for prosperity, was truly nauseating.
But when a crisp sound came from the door behind him, that look of compassion for all living things vanished in an instant. He became impatient and hurried to greet them. "How was it? Did we hear back from them?"
"The money has arrived."
The visitor said, "We will provide support when necessary. Please proceed without restraint."
"Good, very good!"
The old man looked down at the numbers on his phone, and his smile became gratified. "Excellent. With such support, the end of this sinful city is at hand!"
Though he was so old, his expression was solemn and resolute, like an unyielding fighter.
"Our Wanderer's Freedom Alliance will never stand idly by."
He promised, "Please tell them... Tanba will surely sweep away the gloom and welcome a bright new world! No matter how deep the night, the light of freedom will eventually shine upon this city!"
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A few days later, Tanba's old district.
What had once been the heart of Tanba had now been replaced by newly built neighborhoods. All that remained was this stretch of abandoned buildings that had yet to be demolished.
This place had long since been abandoned by the times. Few people came here; only stray cats and dogs wandered about, gazing from afar at the construction sites roaring through the night.
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