About ten minutes ago, in the mayor's residence of the Sixth Base City, Mayor Zera Powell sat in front of his desk, arms crossed over his chest, his brows knitted into a "Chuan," his eyes filled with fury.
In front of him, the holographic television projected real-time images of the Sixth Base City, which was in chaos and shambles—streets engulfed in smoke, piercing sounds of explosions and alarms, various buildings collapsing under the aftermath of artillery and Divine Envoy level combat.
"This group of madmen, they're completely lawless!"
Zera slammed a fist onto his desk, and the heavy furniture instantly shattered into dust.
"What do you, the Longevity Association, think of our Sixth Base City? A battlefield?"
His face was livid, his eyes burning with rage, his voice echoing in the room, saturated with uncontrollable anger.
As a mayor, he loathed anyone stirring up trouble on his turf, whether it be Lin Rui or the Longevity Association.
