The Mayor leaned back on the bed, staring out of the window for a long time. His secretary stood beside him, very worried but reluctant to speak.
From the moment the news came, he had been lost in thought.
The secretary knew why—
So much preparation, so much energy spent, and using so many connections for this matter.
Now he was just one day away from success.
In twenty-four hours, less than twenty-four hours actually, the militia would enter the city, and as the city's lawful ruler, he could order the militia to eliminate all who did not obey him or any organization.
Whether it was Lance or those fleas from the Bay Area, as long as he disliked them, he could simply remove them and then have the entire city thoroughly cleansed!
Just one day away.
Senator Johnson hadn't been able to secure this one day for him. He heard that the other side had many people, all recommending immediate intervention in the chaos at Golden Port Pier.
He had lost.
