Five Buildings Twelve Cities

Amid the full swing of garbage cleanup and unrestricted fighting matches, every participant beamed as they looked at their performance evaluations and results.

Especially after hearing that the client had offered double bonuses and the boss had additionally given double holiday attendance pay, the stun batons swung so fast they left afterimages. From morning until afternoon, they did not stop for even a minute.

They were even reluctant to take breaks...

From top to bottom, everyone threw themselves into the intense competition and work. As they stepped on the rioters wailing beneath their feet, they couldn't help but hold their heads high and sigh.

What a thoroughly satisfying fight!

The commander behind the scenes had clearly changed tactics as well. Once the spreading fires were extinguished, the mass riots swiftly turned into small-scale indiscriminate attacks and explosions.

Even stranger, under such forceful suppression, the troublemakers whose eyes would usually clear up after one strike had now become remarkably stubborn. Occasionally, some even used anti-materiel weapons to retaliate.

Fighting spirit at this level had long since ceased to be normal.

Moreover, the vast majority of it was neither organized nor premeditated. More often than not, old and new grudges simply drove people into a rage, and they wired up an explosive and blew you to pieces.

Even Minkler suffered an attack within the Chopra Family estate.

A servant who had long endured exploitation hid a steak knife in his sleeve while serving dishes, then suddenly stabbed at Minkler. If not for the household deity protecting him, blood would have splashed across the scene.

"Heart Pivot."

Ji Jue remained expressionless. He had expected it.

This kind of thing that never confronted people head-on and instead relentlessly disgusted them was nastier than shit mixed into curry. Worse, you had to keep enduring the