A Mere Cigarette

The next day, several prisoners were beheaded in the square, and blood ran everywhere.

The onlookers stared at the heads rolling wildly across the ground. Behind their fearful expressions, there was also a hint of excitement.

The death of one's own kind would indeed inspire uncontrollable grief. But if the killing was not between opposing species and was done merely to flaunt power and status, then people would not grieve.

They would only feel excited, envious, and jealous, wondering why they did not possess such power themselves.

City Hall announced that these people were the gang members who had robbed and murdered Mike. Their heads had all been covered with sacks, so no one had seen their faces clearly.

People believed whatever the local government said. Whether they truly believed it or not, at least they would not take the initiative to stand up and oppose the local government's actions and claims. That would simply be asking for trouble.

There were still some people spreading the word that those who had been beheaded were not the masterminds and murderers behind the Mike Murder Case.

Everyone knew who had done it, and they also knew that those people were still living perfectly well. Who was lying was obvious at a glance.

But people had no need to stand up and say anything. Offending the local government was a stupid choice, and so was offending those gang members.

The matter seemed to end there. The gentlemen at City Hall had even brought out cameras to photograph the executions. Supposedly, the photographs would be sent to the Federal Government to tell them that the matter was over.

It sounded... somewhat laughable.

To these Sugu people, who did not think themselves particularly backward, it did not matter how formidable the Bayer Federation's international reputation