After leaving the sheriff's office, the mayor returned directly to his grandest residence in town.
The anger on his face had not faded. Instead, it had grown more twisted because of his earlier cowardice. He barged straight into his study and slammed the heavy wooden door shut behind him.
A series of crashes immediately rang out from within. The mayor viciously smashed the precious porcelain on the bookshelves, the decorative paintings on the walls, the stationery on the desk... everything within reach onto the floor.
As he destroyed the room, he squeezed venomous curses through clenched teeth:
"Damn Lafitte! Arrogant bastard! You're nothing but a dog I raised! How dare you... how dare you look at me like that! You death-seeking wretch!"
After venting through that wanton destruction, he finally released most of the frustration in his chest.
Panting heavily, he sat back behind the broad desk. His fingers unconsciously tapped the smooth surface as he began calmly considering how to deal with Lafitte.
To be fair, ever since Lafitte became sheriff, Bash Town's crime rate had indeed plummeted, nearly reaching zero.
The only people who still dared commit crimes here were outsiders who did not know better, like that foolish thief from earlier.
The locals had long been intimidated by Lafitte's bloody methods and had completely lost the nerve to commit crimes. Lafitte deserved much of the credit for the town's superficial peace and stability.
However, Lafitte's excessively violent methods of law enforcement were ultimately bad for appearances and easily attracted criticism.
Most importantly, Lafitte was paying less and less heed to him, the mayor.
That cold look today had been the most dangerous sign. No matter how capable an unruly vicious dog—even one that might bite its master—was, it could not be kept.
The mayor repeatedly weighed the