"Twenty-seven people jumped in one night. Add those who died in the fire and those trampled to death or injured in the chaos, and the number of casualties in the port district alone exceeded two hundred last night!
"Though the unrest was temporarily put down this morning, the Misty Sea Trading Company's building had burned down, and Ivankov and his team had vanished without a trace. There was no turning back now. No one could even estimate how many people in this city had bought their investment products.
"It was a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.
"Everyone was waiting for City Hall to give them an answer. Speaking of which, where was the mayor?
"How could he be absent at such a crucial time?"
The secretary-general found a middle-aged employee from the mayor's office in the City Hall lobby that morning. Desperate to see the mayor, he hurried over, but the senior employee, who was sitting at his desk, sipping coffee and slacking off, said with great reluctance,
"Uh, well...the mayor didn't sleep well last night."
"Tell me the truth! What happened to him?"
The secretary-general barked at him. The senior employee rolled his eyes, then had no choice but to answer honestly,
"The mayor's wife secretly invested all the money in their household. When the scandal broke last night, she came home at midnight and took poison. Our poor mayor hasn't even finished dealing with his wife's situation, and then his mistress tried to hang herself too. Luckily, she was saved.
"The poor man took quite a hit.
"The biggest problem now is that the mayor's wife borrowed money from elsewhere to earn even greater profits. She even mortgaged the mayor's estate.
"The trouble is, the bankers have been cleaned out too. They're pressuring the mayor