Enforcer Manual
Chapter 109: Enthusiastic Citizens Must Die_1

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Enthusiastic Citizens Must Die_1

"What if I refuse?"

Ophir stood unyielding at the door, her eyes cold and piercing. Her sixth sense was usually accurate, and this time, it told her that the man standing before her bore no good intentions.

"Ophir, manager of Gold Diggers’ Bar, who has long been supplying information to criminal organizations such as Chai Ke, ’Mouse’, and ’Viper’, you have been bolstering the city’s crime forces. According to the United Government’s law, I would have every right to sentence you to death... However, the reason you’re still standing here is because I have more pressing matters today."

At this point, Pero’s voice rose, "Lyon Seabot, this is very much in line with your usual style. Even now, you’re still hiding behind a woman."

"You..."

Ophir squinted her eyes, glaring at Pero with murderous intent.

Just when she was about to give the order to her thugs, the bar’s back door was thrown open.

"I’m right here."

Lyon Seabot interrupted their conversation. Compared to how he looked several days ago at the citywide conference, he seemed considerably older and worn out.

He had initially prepared for the possibility of getting arrested or completely annihilating the Foster Family. However, an unexpected visitor arrived at his door that evening, claiming to be a public official from the United Government, and offered him an irresistible proposition.

The Foster Family would completely withdraw from the affairs of District 17 and all his past transgressions would be pardoned during his tenure. If he was lucky enough, he could possibly even enjoy his twilight years in peace.

In exchange, this media storm would be put to an end.

Lyon knew that the only entity capable of making such a promise was one at a higher level than the Foster Family, and whether their promise was genuine or not, he had no means of telling.

This was never an equal negotiation. He had no choice but to accept their terms; angering the United Government could potentially escalate the cost beyond just himself.

The United Government knew his every move; no matter where he would try to hide, they could easily locate him.

Pero’s arrival had once again confirmed this.

"Let’s talk inside."

Ophir was about to say something else, but looking into Lyon Seabot’s eyes, she yielded and stepped aside.

The day was not yet dark, and the Gold Diggers’ Bar was desolate.

Pero followed Lyon into a private room.

"Lyon Seabot."

Upon taking a seat, Pero addressed Lyon by his full name, crossed one leg over the other, and spoke coldly, "Angel Foster and Dominas are dead, yet you’re still alive. Although I don’t know why you, an accomplice of the Foster Family, have chosen to betray them. To me, your sins are as heavy as theirs."

If there’s a sin, it must face judgment. Nobody can escape the looming judgement.

"So, you are here to pass the final judgment on this sinner, on behalf of the United Government?"

Lyon stared into his eyes.

If the United Government reneged on their agreement, he would not be surprised. After all, the deeds of the Foster Family in District 17 were the direct result of the United Government’s indulgence. In fact, all the border cities he knew of were in similar situations to District 17.

The only difference was that the Foster Family had to face a "civic-minded citizen" who dared to resist them, and it was this person’s influence that caused everything to be revealed.

Lyon was very clear that what truly angered the federal government was not the Foster Family’s crimes, but the fact that their crimes had been exposed.

As the person who had "instigated" this exposure, Lyon never expected to live out his years in peace.

"No, this is my personal judgment of you."

Pero said, "Even if the Senate forgives you, I will not let any sinner escape punishment. Lyon Seabot, you must die. But before that, you need to disclose everything you know about the ’civic-minded citizen’."

"The civic-minded citizen?"

A small smirk formed on Lyon’s face. There was no fear of death in his expression, only a hint of mockery.

Compared to the former mayor himself, the "civic-minded citizen" was the real thorn in the side of the United Government.

They had no need for an enforcer working in the shadows, nor did they need anyone awakening the spirit of resistance hiding deep within people’s hearts.

Before the arrival of the next Foster Family, what they needed to prevent, foremost was to avoid repeating the past mistakes.

The "civic-minded citizen" had to die.

Death not only in a physical sense but also complete erasure on a spiritual level.

The seeds of resistance that had started sprouting amongst the citizens of District 17 needed to be nipped in the bud.

That, perhaps, was the actual goal of the United Government.

At this thought, Lyon Seabot smirked, "You want to know about him? Go find him. He’s somewhere in this city. Maybe you’ve already met him."

"Hopeless," Pero commented coldly, "Well, it’s time for you to pay for the crimes you’ve committed..."

"Ouch!"

Pero’s actions were interrupted by a thunderous cry of pain just outside their private booth.

Pero rose from his seat, pulling open the door of the booth. He saw a young man kneeling on the floor, covering his head in agony. The young man’s hands were stained red with "blood," smeared all over his face due to his frantic clutching at his head.

The floor outside the door was already smeared red with "blood," but the scent filling the bar was not the nauseating smell of blood, but the rich fragrance of wine.

A wine cask, half the height of a person, lay toppled on the ground, explaining the origin of the "blood" spread across the floor.

Just like the young man, the bartender behind the counter appeared to be in great pain as well, clutching his head in almost the same manner. From his wide, bloodshot eyes, it was not difficult to see that he was suffering immensely.

The sudden, excruciating pain had left the bartender completely speechless.

"Ivan, I’m sorry——!"

Shortly after, a loud apology echoed throughout the bar, "The floor was just too slippery, so I couldn’t control my strength!"

"You are a Law Enforcer, right?"

The bartender forced out a groan, his cocktail tools were nearly crushed in his clenched hand, "If apologies were useful, what’s the point of having Law Enforcers?"

What a pointless farce.

Pero snorted.

It was just a trivial accident where the youth carrying the wine barrel had slipped and spilled the wine all over the floor.

His gaze shifted back to Lyon Seabot.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

He aimed his index finger at the man in the booth, a faint blue light began to gather at his fingertips.

"As far as I know, even when judging sinners, there should be time left for them to defend themselves."

Another interruption.

This time, it was a man with a particularly sharp gaze, "According to my experience, people who are eager to skip the defense process often have one thing in common. They are alarmed and fear giving the judged a chance to speak, are you one of them, Mister Judge?"

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