Fang Mo: This Pendant Is Too Powerful-It Feels Like I've Been Deified

"Are you going to let us live in peace or not!?"

With a slam of Fang Mo's hand on the table, everyone's attention was instantly drawn to him.

"The bureaucrats in Fuyuki City are rotten to the core!"

Fang Mo wore an expression of righteous indignation. He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to the other patrons in the izakaya. "Those damned useless officials only know how to squeeze us lowly Nipponese wage slaves dry, but they don't dare investigate the murderers properly! How many people have died these past few days!?"

"Huh?"

Sakura Matou froze for a moment, not yet understanding what was happening. "Th-this... Archer?"

"It started with the explosion at Homurahara Academy. Then several streets on the outskirts were destroyed. Later, even innocent citizens' homes were blown into the air, and three generations of a family were massacred!"

Yet Fang Mo ignored Sakura Matou and continued speaking on his own. "Damn it... Cults and killers have become this rampant. They even dare torture and murder us in our own homes! But the idiots at the Metropolitan Police Department have done nothing at all. All they do is make excuses to cover their own asses!"

"..."

As soon as he said that, the people around him seemed to grow somewhat angry as well.

Because Fang Mo was telling the truth. For a modern Nipponese city, Fuyuki City had truly become terrifyingly chaotic. Many people were living in constant fear, too scared to even step outside their homes.

"They call it gas explosions and accidental fires. Hmph, do they really think we believe that?"

Fang Mo slapped the table again and roared, "Damn it! We Nipponese wage slaves are the ones working the hardest, aren't we? We eat cheap boxed lunches every day, struggle like hell just