The mayor was sitting by the window, drinking.
He was furious! He believed he had truly treated the city's residents very well. He had never treated them differently from the Gefrans.
Whenever the people here needed help, he had done his best to lend a hand! For example, at the end of last year, when some local residents were struggling to make ends meet, he had taken some money from City Hall's finances and personally provided relief to those who needed it.
There had been a girl whose family could not afford her surgery. When her entire family was preparing to give up on her, he had sent her to Gefra for free surgery! He had done so many good deeds—so why were these people... still so damnable? At the far end of the city, some fires were still burning. The city had just experienced a riot that afternoon.
Some locals had destroyed several transportation and communications routes, and even burned down some buildings.
The entire city had fallen into an incomprehensible frenzy, and it had deeply wounded the mayor.
He felt that this city had... betrayed him.
The strong liquor from Gefra managed to dispel some of his troubles and sorrow. He did not know what the governor would think, but this had nothing whatsoever to do with his abilities. He had done everything he could!
The liquor burned its way down his throat. After the heat faded, he exhaled heavily, then picked up a cigarette.
As he lowered his head to light it, the spark tore through the darkness. Immediately afterward, the oil-soaked fuse caught fire.
The mayor froze for a moment, then slowly raised his head. In the distance, the sky was suddenly illuminated by a raging fire, as if something had exploded.
He glanced down at