When the man locked inside the cage was carried out, every well-dressed man attending the reception stopped what he was doing. Some wore mocking smiles, others cruel ones, watching as if enjoying a play while the man in the cage shouted himself hoarse.
"Ding... ding..." A man with a neatly groomed handlebar mustache tapped his wineglass with a finger. The crisp chimes silenced the reception. He swept his gaze around, smiled in satisfaction, and said, "Gentlemen, allow me to formally introduce this man. He is the once-renowned editor-in-chief of the Federal Democratic Daily, Mr. Fitz. Mr. Fitz has always been at odds with our Arthur Family, scrutinizing us with a magnifying glass every day, searching for faults. Do you all remember the federal military budget black-hole scandal exposed by the Federal Democratic Daily in 890, and the subsequent presidential impeachment campaign? That time, Mr. Fitz nearly caused us serious trouble. When I became mayor of Glevi City in 891, the Federal Democratic Daily claimed that I had won through electoral fraud and even called upon the Federal Parliament to establish an investigative committee into Glevi City's mayoral election. Mr. Fitz's courage truly is admirable!"
The cage was set on the ground. The man inside gripped its bars and roared, "I never imagined that you Arthur Family scum were beasts from the Three-Eyed Society... You already have everything—why sell out the Federation and make so many people die for your family...?"
"Have everything?" The man with the handsome handlebar mustache burst into laughter. "Mr. Fitz, you really are naive. Do you think the so-called ballots in the hands of a pack of slaves can truly decide anything? Do you think the Arthur Family would truly be willing to hand our fate over to a mob of ignorant, crude, filthy, stupid, shortsighted