Some people lived most of their lives with no audience to witness them, while others found every seat filled beneath them when death came knocking.
Ji Jue did not need to promote it himself. The sight of the Airship crashing had already entered everyone's eyes.
Like a Giant Whale falling from the sky, it was so brutal, so tragic.
Yet everyone couldn't help but sigh in relief. At last...
When one whale fell, all things thrived. One Mudakaka had died, and who knew how many people had been saved. A good death, a splendid death, a death that had everyone cheering! Even Mudakaka's former allies and the wealthy backers behind him couldn't help but beam with delight. Over all these years of dealings, that bastard had collected who knew how much dirt on everyone else.
After doing so much dirty work, biting so many people, and stockpiling so much blackmail material, now that he was no longer useful, there would only be people kicking him while he was down. Who would possibly come to his aid in his hour of need?
The dog was dead. What was the big deal? Just replace him with another one!
It could be said that from the instant the whistleblower spoke the name "Mudakaka," he had already been abandoned by all and forsaken by kin. As Tower City's King of Scapegoats, all the contributions he had made in his life put together were nowhere near as significant as dying today!
They could even use the tragic death of their "beloved friends and sworn brothers" as an excuse to pressure Cosmos Heavy Industries, who had stepped forward, and demand another round of "funeral expenses"!
At the thought of all those zeroes on the checks and the profits behind them, who knew how many people began