The afterglow of the festival gradually faded.
To ordinary residents of the shelter, this year's New Birth Festival hadn't been much different from previous years. It had been just as lively as ever.
Even with a bloody interlude like the massacre footage, public dissatisfaction with the City Council had actually been much quieter. At most, people vented online.
At least the City Council had produced reasons and evidence showing that those who'd been killed were all members of Can Society.
Still want to protest? You got a death wish or something?
In any case, on the surface, the matter was over.
Behind the scenes, however, the City Council had clearly intensified its efforts to eliminate Can Society, almost to the point of arresting anyone who might be involved rather than letting a single one slip through.
After all, the higher-ups knew full well just how outrageous Can Society's actions had been this time.
Setting aside the fact that Can Society had managed to seize the southeastern outpost, the City Council itself couldn't tolerate such a powerful armed force operating right under its nose.
If the attack on the Heavy Element Reactor had actually succeeded, it was anyone's guess whether Shelter No. 9 would still exist.
This wasn't some minor troublemaking meant to incite a few civilians. They'd been trying to flip the table.
The City Council's stance was unanimous: zero tolerance, root out all evil.
As for Lu Bai, the talent who'd stepped forward and prevented this unprecedented disaster, the City Council spared no effort in rewarding him.
Although the truth of the whole affair couldn't be made public, he received every kind of substantial reward imaginable.
There was no need to elaborate on the financial rewards.
When they learned that Lu Bai still lived with his younger siblings in