The bustling street was alive with the climax of the festival's celebration.

No one noticed that, in the shadows, groups of people were quietly gathering and heading towards a certain place.

These people were almost all dressed in pitch-black trench coats, with bulges under their coats.

Only someone familiar with the underground world would recognize them as members of the Bolita family.

But at most, they'd say, are they planning to join a celebration somewhere today?

Virel was secretly directing everything.

He had already returned from the Royal Capital.

Compared to the prosperity of the Royal Capital, he preferred the sea breeze of Wenster, liking everything being within his sight.

The Royal Capital was too vast.

"Vincent, Vincent, how are things on your end?"

He took out a black box from his person and asked inside.

After a while, Vincent's voice came from the box: "Virel, everything is ready here, we can act at any time."

"Same here, has Anya arrived?"

This black box was Ethan's latest design, rushed out by Huoyan as an alchemical product.

It's actually just his past life's walkie-talkie, though people in this world naturally haven't seen one. Huoyan once again fell before Ethan's splendid design and genius ideas.

"I saw the signal from Anya, she's in position."

"That's good, also, I've observed that the Steel Brotherhood people are still working in the sewers, how about on your side?"

"Same."

"Let's move, good luck, Vincent."

"Good luck, Virel."

A black undercurrent slowly converged in the blackened mud where it was supposed to go.

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In the damp underground.

Herlosh and Shadow had been walking for quite a while.

Yet they still hadn't reached the end.

The entire passage grew increasingly sticky and damp as they delved deeper, resembling some sort of animal's cavity, making one feel nauseous.

Adding to the nausea was an extremely fishy stench, as if dead fish had soaked in water for a month and then been placed in a sealed room to ferment.

After walking a while longer, Herlosh couldn't help but dry heave.

"Can't you smell that stench? It's really unbearable, where on earth is this leading to? A dead fish farm? Can we really not go back? I'm suffocating."

"Take this." Shadow tossed a pill to Herlosh, moving forward, "Young master said we need to find out the result, so a result must be reached."

Herlosh hesitated for a moment but then swallowed the pitch-black pill.

After a while, the foul stench dissipated quite a bit.

"You listen to Ethan so much? Does he have leverage over you?"

"Young master saved my life."

This statement left Herlosh unable to utter a word.

Finally, ahead of them, some light seemed to appear, as if they were nearing the end.

What secret of Oswaldo was hidden in such a deep place?

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Footsteps.

A dense sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

It caught everyone's attention.

Who is coming?

Why make such a scene?

Do they not know there's an important event happening here today?

Or is it some silly students?

But these thoughts were fleeting, soon they saw who was coming.

A group of soldiers in Kingdom military uniforms, with an insignia of a three-headed dragon as a base under scales on their shoulders.

It's the Kingdom Statistical Bureau.

What's the Kingdom Statistical Bureau doing here?

Since the seaside public hearing, the Kingdom Statistical Bureau has become a target of public scorn in Wenster.

Previously fervent whistleblowing had quieted down.

Tax collections had stalled as well.

Everyone knew Joseph was about to be relieved of duty, so before the new Director arrived, people acted recklessly.

But what's going on now?

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to intrude on your pleasure, but I have to perform some duties that might not make you happy. I'm here on official business."

Accompanied by the soldiers of the Kingdom Statistical Bureau, Joseph strode into the huge exhibition hall.

Today, he looked in good spirits, dressed in a sharp dark suit, appearing as sharp as his vehicle.

But Joseph?

Wasn't he supposed to be dismissed?

"This... Mr. Joseph, this is a school."

El spoke up stiffly, unwilling for his beautiful moment to be ruined like this.

He glanced at Ethan, hoping Ethan would interject.

After all, Ethan had previously defeated Joseph.

Yet Ethan remained silent.

"Mr. Joseph, shouldn't you be somewhere else right now?"

Finally, a City Hall official spoke up.

But Joseph didn't even look at him, breaking through the crowd, speaking as he walked: "What, I haven't been reassigned yet, do you think I've already lost the divine authority granted by the Kingdom to enforce the law?"

"Not really, it's just..."

"Or do you know why I'm here today, and you're already afraid?"

This rendered the official speechless, unsure of Joseph's meaning, but watched him stride to the stage.

Especially since the painting had just been unveiled on the stage.

Is Joseph here to arrest the Governor?

"Oswaldo Sir." Indeed, Joseph directly approached Oswaldo.

"Oh? Joseph, are you looking for me?" Oswaldo seemed surprised.

"Oswaldo Sir, you have the right to remain silent, but everything you say from now on will be used as evidence in court." Joseph glanced at everyone as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

But he also felt stuffy when he thought about who had helped him breathe it.

"What crime have I committed?" Oswaldo retorted.

People below the stage felt it ridiculous.

Could this Joseph be crazy? Knowing he's being removed, using any means possible.

"We've received ample evidence against you for money laundering and aiding the Steel Brotherhood Company in tax evasion. We are now legally arresting you, as per the Judicial Hall's issued warrant."

Joseph directly produced the prepared arrest warrant.

His words caused the atmosphere to turn even more eerie.

Since Ned was present, just a moment ago, everyone was still chatting and laughing.

But Joseph held an arrest warrant, undoubtedly issued by Ned.

This was no longer just Joseph's affair; it was a confrontation between Wenster's two highest powers.

What's happening today, is Wenster about to change hands?

Just when the City Hall folks were about to voice their protest, a voice preempted them.

"I disagree."

This voice came from outside the exhibition hall, accompanied by another array of dense footsteps as yet another team arrived.

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