The strong winds continued to batter the glass windows of the Prohibition Bureau's conference room on the third floor.

Marvin was silently gazing at the sea.

The phonograph was just behind him, and after so many days had passed, he hadn't asked anyone to take it away.

Because sometimes, he would miss the days when Albertine was around.

Although Albertine was a fool, too clever for his own good, with him around, the Prohibition Bureau still had a future and hope could still be seen.

Unlike now, where everything was dead and desolate.

In the entirety of Winster City, hardly anyone remembered the existence of the Prohibition Bureau anymore.

Yet, the building of the Prohibition Bureau was still there.

All was because of that court case, where the Prohibition Bureau lost miserably.

They lost not just a case, but also their public credibility.

Now hardly anyone fears the Prohibition Bureau.

In recent prohibition operations, even ordinary people dared to resist the Prohibition Bureau.

An absolute failure.

Especially since the Kingdom Statistical Bureau arrived, the Prohibition Bureau became even more silent.

A few days ago, there were finally clues in two bootlegging cases, but when they apprehended the suspects, they encountered the Kingdom Statistical Bureau. They claimed the suspects evaded taxes, requiring bootleg liquor to cover taxes, and took away the evidence, indirectly leading to an inability to convict, forcing them to let the suspects go.

This incident infuriated Marvin to the extreme, and he personally called Joseph.

Joseph said this: "Major Marvin, I mean no offense, but haven't you considered why we were sent here? The latest proposal from the council suggests abolishing the Prohibition Bureau because it's inefficient and often causes embarrassing situations for everyone, completely wasting the budget. It would be better to allocate everything to the Statistical Bureau; we can do what you can't, and we can also do what you can."

These words left Marvin silent.

"Also, next time just come directly if you have matters to discuss. After all, I'm a lieutenant colonel; by rank, this constitutes overstepping, but I'm a person of good temperament, so I won't blame you. Goodbye, and wish you a wonderful day."

After that phone call, Marvin rarely lost his temper so greatly.

He locked himself in his office, smashing things like a trapped beast.

He couldn't find a way out.

Although his number one adversary, Sandro, was dead, he hadn't contributed the slightest effort.

It was Ethan who became even stronger after killing him.

He couldn't do anything.

Now, Ethan possibly held something very disadvantageous to them—

evidence of Albertine's collusion with the Sun Church.

The evidence found at Albertine's death scene last time was just the tip of the iceberg, the biggest threat, reminding them not to act rashly.

What to do? Albertine.

This guy, how could you just die and leave us with such a mess?

While he was mourning, the phone in the conference room suddenly rang.

Marvin looked at the telephone.

At such a late hour, who would call?

Their Prohibition Bureau's work had almost come to a standstill, and everyone had gone on break.

"Who are you?"

Picking up the phone, Marvin asked directly.

"Director Marvin, you don't need to know who I am, you just need to know one thing, and that is, I'm here to help you."

The voice on the phone sounded mechanical and cold, revealing no identity.

But the content of what he said caught Marvin's attention.

Help you.

Help was exactly what Marvin needed most at the moment.

"How will you help me?"

"Simple, I'll provide you with what you need most: Ethan's bootleg liquor, the people, the stolen goods, caught red-handed, how about it?"

"...."

Marvin fell silent.

He had a pretty good guess who the caller was, even if the caller used such methods to hide his identity.

But Winster was only so big, it was easy to guess who had issues with Ethan.

"What, scared?"

The other party chuckled, mechanically, yet it was particularly irritating.

"If Director Marvin doesn't have the guts, afraid of Ethan, then forget it, I'll have to go find Director Joseph."

"Where?"

Marvin finally uttered the words.

The person on the phone laughed again, this time with a deeper meaning.

"You will know soon."

The call ended.

Marvin took a deep breath, then immediately notified everyone on leave to gather at the Prohibition Bureau, while he opened the phonograph and played a record.

"To the Storm."

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The wind blew all night.

The next morning, the wind suddenly ceased, as if it had never come.

But the real storm had already stirred in Winster.

First, it was the newspapers.

The freshly printed newspapers reported the latest news: the land reclamation plan provoked the wrath of the Sea God, under divine miracles, no one was spared!

Accompanied by the chaos at the construction site.

From the images, it was clearly nighttime, evidently taken by journalists the previous night: the embankment was completely breached, seawater spread onto the land, almost engulfing the residential areas.

Floating in the water were numerous corpses and tools.

The scene was more than chaotic; it was downright tragic.

The inundation of seawater vividly showcased the power of nature, the wrath of the Sea God.

And it wasn't just one newspaper; many reported and commented on it from various angles.

The common point was that land reclamation was wrong.

There were already plenty of signs and much public opposition, yet City Hall persisted, completely ignoring public opinion.

The seeds of disaster were long sown.

Now that such a major incident occurred, City Hall couldn't escape blame, especially Governor Oswaldo, who should come forward to take responsibility and fully account for this matter.

Apart from the newspapers, the seafront was already surrounded by people early on.

Everyone was scrambling to see if there were indeed those corpses in the seawater.

However, the seawater seemed to have been cleared, it indeed surged, breaching the embankment, but the so-called corpses were nowhere to be seen.

Yet the photos in the newspapers were so clear.

For a moment, it seemed like the event had plunged into a mystery.

At this time, City Hall finally responded, saying there would be a press conference in the afternoon at City Hall to properly address this matter.

Meanwhile, follow-up measures were being taken, whether for the aftermath or handling the invading seawater.

One must say Oswaldo handled this matter with remarkable speed, showcasing his seasoned means.

But the public's anger wasn't so easily quelled, especially since Ethan had already incited the entire Winster in advance.

At that time, it was a field of sparks, but with the wind blowing last night, the flame had become a raging inferno.

The public was already gathering in droves, demanding the halt of the land reclamation plan.

As for the one who ignited this blaze, Ethan, he had just woken up in the sunlight of Saint Kuanti.

As if he had spent the night in a drunken stupor.

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