Hafeez's face turned pale, his expression shifting from shock to anger, and finally to despair.
Just now, the Goddess of Life personally pronounced his fate.
In the Far West, there was no blow more cruel than this.
More importantly, Hafeez felt betrayed in his life, as Pope Carlo hadn't provided him with the protection he deserved, and all the large sums he donated to the Church Court had gone to waste, his contributions to salvation a complete scam.
The new order and rules were too unfavorable for people like him.
In the past, as long as they had enough wealth, they could stand above the law, regardless of their crimes, as long as they could pay the corresponding donations. But now, standing before the Goddess of Life herself, no amount of wealth could change his outcome.
Yet that raised fist did not ultimately fall; Hafeez merely slumped lifelessly into the red theater sofa, as if his soul had departed.
