March 14th.

The wind is gentle and warm.

This day truly boasts beautiful weather.

It is also the day the land reclamation project officially begins.

If the Kingdom Statistical Bureau's recent report, and Ethan's painting selling for ten million at an auction, hadn't stolen everyone's attention,

then undeniably, the biggest news on Winster's newspapers would be the land reclamation project.

After all, it's the main initiative pushed by City Hall, with an absolutely grand spectacle.

Fortunately, the clamor of those past few days has subsided, thanks to the early warming provided by the major newspapers at City Hall's directive, allowing everyone to be informed that today, the land reclamation project will commence at the seaside.

Early in the morning.

Many reporters had already arrived at the seaside.

A considerable number of citizens also gathered.

Quite coincidentally, today's launch site is right outside Sandro's castle.

Back then, this was where the entire city's Mafia members converged, with all kinds of bosses driving luxury cars, crossing the crimson carpet, just to celebrate Sandro's coronation.

But in a flash, this place is about to be leveled, flooded by seawater, then filled with earth.

Eventually, there will be new skyscrapers and streets occupying here.

No one will ever know that there was once a man named Sandro who stood guard by the seaside, silently gazing over the city.

It truly feels like things have changed dramatically over time.

At least Ethan, watching this scene, has somewhat of this feeling in his heart.

Of course, he must also attend this launch ceremony today.

Because he is one of the investors in this project, in fact, most wealthy merchants in Winster City have contributed to this plan.

However, ultimately, it was Vito, an outsider, who seized the opportunity.

Previously, Oswaldo naturally promised them a share, but when it was time for actual construction, Vito's company alone was allowed to enter.

His explanation was: "The reconstruction of Saint Kuanti is also underway; everyone should better specialize in their tasks. Besides, Vito is more experienced in city expansion, so we'll leave Saint Kuanti to all of you."

This is clearly about giving the choicest benefit to Vito.

This, of course, stirred dissatisfaction among the vast majority of people.

But since Oswaldo is the Governor, everyone is angry but silent.

However, everyone attending this ceremony today came with anger and resentment.

For instance, those few big merchants familiar with Ethan slammed the car doors forcefully as they got off.

"Ethan, you're here."

Seeing Ethan, there was a hint of a veiled meaning in their tone.

Ethan nodded.

"Have you arranged your people?"

Seeing no one around, they whispered.

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem. What about your people?" Ethan also lowered his voice.

"They'll be here shortly."

The crowd swelled steadily; finally, at ten in the morning, almost everyone had gathered.

And at this moment, Oswaldo arrived fashionably last.

The car he drove wasn't particularly ostentatious; it was an old model Klaus black sedan, somewhat rounded in design, but it complemented his status, projecting steadiness.

Especially since his car was followed by a convoy of powerful, extreme-looking engineering vehicles.

The styling of these engineering vehicles, in Ethan's past life terminology, had a sci-fi vibe.

Grand and open, with some ingenious designs.

At first glance, without someone saying so, one would not think they were engineering vehicles but rather a fleet of mighty war chariots.

The men on the vehicles, with brawny muscles and cold expressions, looked nothing like workers but seemed more like icy guards.

And Oswaldo at the forefront seemed like the King they were safeguarding.

Such an entrance silenced the audience instantly.

Even those big merchants who were previously full of resentment suddenly dared not act out.

"I apologize, I apologize, everyone. I arrived a bit late. I hope you won't mind."

Oswaldo got out of the car, quickly apologizing to those present.

But given his imposing stature, who dared to say anything?

Everyone could only smile and say, "It's fine."

Oswaldo had already taken center stage, with Vito standing by his side like a royal guard.

The reporters present started to frantically take photos, capturing the war chariots and Oswaldo.

"Everyone, I greatly appreciate your presence today. What I want to say is, the land reclamation project is an absolutely magnificent plan. It will extend the lifespan of our city, benefiting Winster for the next thirty, fifty, even a hundred years. It will become the Kingdom's most dazzling jewel. I believe no one will oppose this."

As he spoke these words, he slowly looked at the investors.

Every person he glanced at couldn't help but bow their heads, signaling their subordinates to quickly go and stop today's action.

The action they had agreed upon with Ethan today was to gather people to protest the land reclamation, disrupt it.

But now, they dared not.

Except for Ethan.

Ethan did not bow his head. He looked at Oswaldo, smiled, and nodded.

Then, in the next moment, there was an eruption of loud shouting from afar: "We protest, we oppose land reclamation, this will destroy our lives!"

A group of people raised signs, on them were images of seawater crashing against houses, along with slogans: "Harm the sea and the sea will punish us all!"

The slogan was written in bright red letters, for some reason, looking at these words stirred a violent impulse in people's hearts.

Originally, there were Sheriffs and some of Vito's people assigned to maintain order in the distance, preventing people from approaching.

They, however, seemed triggered and started beating the protesters.

Screams and protests intertwined for a moment.

Some even seized the opportunity to break through the blockade, rushing to the scene shouting with their signs.

The reporters present hesitated to take photos, but seeing those slogans somehow stirred something within them, turning their cameras into weapons.

At the same time.

The castle slated for demolition behind them suddenly emitted violent rumbling noises.

Then, a crowd of people ran out, and someone shouted, "Isis is angry! Isis is angry! The portraits and sculptures of the Sea God inside have shattered, this castle cannot be torn down!"

The absurd shout combined with the protests from afar created an extremely surreal feeling.

And Oswaldo continued to look at Ethan, still smiling, as if saying, "Do you think such methods can stop me?"

Ethan was also smiling.

This is only the beginning.

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