This sounds too damn... reasonable!
Horace's eyes suddenly lit up, and his mind opened up.
Instead of letting that bunch of idiots go up there and mess things up, why not let the future Sir Horace personally command those idiots?
After all, he's managed hundreds of people, does that guy with the cookie factory have half as many as him?
And that guy selling beer, what does he know about city construction!
Yokavin, that old man, may manage as many people as he does, but he's a traitor trying to tax towels!
The future of Thunder City cannot be handed over to this bunch of worms!
"Election campaign... let me think."
Horace walked to the railing of the stairs, touched his greasy nose, and looked at the Ryan refugees in the workshop below, who were working diligently... gifts from Saint Sis to him.
In that moment, his greedy little eyes lit up again, and he blurted out.
"...Got it! We need more Ryan people, gotta find a way to import more."
