Flashing lights, dazzling dance music, people roaring and releasing, and sexy girls standing on the center stage of the bar, wearing thin short skirts connected like elm leaves, dancing wantonly.

Desire, indulgence, and roaring constitute everything here.

This is the Yuqianshu Bar, the most famous bar in the southern part of St. John's City, and also the most chaotic bar.

There are all kinds of people mixed here, including gang members, strippers, ordinary consortium employees, mercenaries, homeless people, and even heirs of the senator's family.

People from all walks of life gathered together. On the two-meter-long bar, sitting next to the female white-collar worker who lamented the softness of the cake, was probably a murderous gangster.

Chaos and disorder are the main themes here.

But such chaos and disorder allow people to indulge unbridledly, throwing the invisible mountains that weigh on their shoulders during the day into the chaotic dance floor, roaring loudly.

In the middle of this indulgent crowd, two figures wearing bowler hats and ordinary simple clothes were quickly passing through the gaps in the crowd.

The scattered colorful streamers passed over the brims of the two people's hats. In this dim bar, few people noticed the two people walking in a hurry. Even if they did, no one cared.

No one even wanted to delve into the real faces of the two people under the brim of their hats.

So the two of them went deeper until they reached a small private room at the far end.

The taller of the two nodded to the taller person next to him, then reached out to hold the door handle, and slowly opened the private room door.

This private room is not big, with only a small booth sofa, a wooden coffee table, and an ultra-thin TV embedded in the wall.

The dim light from the top of the private room shone over the leather surface of the sofa and over the shoulders of the rather elegant-looking middle-aged man sitting on the far side of the sofa.

After seeing this middle-aged man, the figure wearing a bowler hat standing at the door finally opened the door completely and walked in.

Behind him, the burly figure held the door and guarded the door.

"haven't seen you for a long time,"

The 'guest' who entered the room put down the top hat on his head. He looked at the man sitting at the far end of the private room with a calm face and said, "You look much older. I thought you had left St. John City a long time ago."

He reached out and took out an exquisite glasses case from his arms, placed it on the table, and handed it over, "I actually don't recommend you wear glasses. I have said it a long time ago that your image will be better without glasses than with glasses."

, if you want to be liked by voters, a good image is essential.”

The man sitting in the private room 'waiting for a long time' is naturally Si Enji.

The visitor who entered this private room is the current theoretical ruler of St. John City, the theoretical most powerful person in St. Jon City, Mayor Crotter.

Faced with Crote's words, Sienji raised his head and glanced at the 'old friend' in front of him, and said calmly, "I know your suggestion is correct, but no matter how gorgeous the appearance is, it can't cover up the straw stuffed inside the scarecrow.

.”

"So you called me over today and sat in the box where we used to come, just to scold me?"

Hearing what Si Enzi said, Croat was not angry, but took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it. He looked at Si Enzi, "You don't mind if I smoke a cigarette here? In order to maintain

To maintain a good image in front of voters, I rarely touch cigarettes several times a day. This job is too tiring."

"Aren't you enjoying it?"

Looking at this 'old friend' who had participated in the incident that year, 'directly' forced Snava to death, and spent eight years overthrowing everything they had done little by little, Si Enji took a deep breath.

took a breath,

"When Snava asked you to be the speaker, you would never smoke in front of others. Only when all activities were over and we returned to the mayor's palace together, would you secretly go out to smoke."

"yes,"

Crotter also smiled and looked at Si Enzi, "At that time, only you, the youngest one, was willing to go out with me. Although you didn't smoke, you were very willing to listen to me share with you about the campaign and speeches."

His eyes were calm, and the faint smoke brushed his cheeks, "In a sense, Snava, who has been busy without touching the ground, although he regards you as the hope of the next generation, he has not taught you as much as I have.

You have more."

He reached out and put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray on the coffee table, looking at Si Enji, "So after so many years, you finally gave up hiding and took the initiative to come to me. Is there something wrong?"

He paused and smiled, "If you said you want to run for mayor, then I congratulate you. I hope the things I taught you before can be effective."

Si Enji stared at the man in front of him.

In these few short sentences, the other party has gradually taken control of the discourse.

However, Si Enji was no longer the honest and honest university teacher with no experience. He looked at Croat and calmly answered,

"Normally, I don't think these little tricks work,"

He shrugged, "Look, you know so much, have you successfully run for mayor before? If Snava hadn't pushed the Kjet Group to a dead end and forced them to invest in you, you would still be sitting here today.

, do you talk like this?"

Croat was startled by these words, and the smile on his face gradually faded, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are no longer the ignorant scholar you were back then."

He took out a cigarette again, lit it, and asked in the hazy smoke, "So what did you want to do when you came to see me today?"

"Are you afraid?"

Si Enji looked calm and asked suddenly.

"Um?"

Croat was stunned, and the movement of his hand slowly stopped, and the thick smoke swept across his field of vision. Immediately, he smiled, "I think I should still be the mayor of St. John City now.

Can a mayor feel fear in his own city?”

"Then why did you let the mercenaries outside the city enter the city in three batches?"

Si Enji asked directly.

"That's the reason," Crotter took a puff of his cigarette, "to prevent too many people from suddenly coming in and disrupting people's livelihood."

Hearing what he said, Si Enji sneered, "Then tell me, what livelihood can be disturbed in St. John City now? If too many of these mercenaries come in at one time, the West City and the South City will merge.

Will there be more gangs, or will there be more homeless people filling the streets?"

Croat's face darkened.

"You're scared," Si Enji continued. "You're afraid that letting the mercenary group in will cause trouble, but you don't dare to stop the Kjet Group from bringing in the mercenary group. You even lick your face and use the city government's

The name makes people think that these mercenaries were 'obtained' by you."

"Look at the records of various cities and review the history of the Federation for more than 700 years. How many mayors dare to let outside mercenary groups enter the city in large numbers?"

Si Enji looked at Croat calmly, "Are you really not afraid?"

Crotter looked at Si Enzi, he suddenly laughed softly and leaned back on the sofa, "I don't know who influenced you, but it seems that your leaf has really turned over.

I looked at it differently."

Then he took a deep breath and continued, "I'm afraid. Of course I'm afraid. Once these mercenaries get out of control, I have no way of controlling them."

Then he looked at Si Enji, shook his head and laughed, "But when these mercenaries don't come in, won't I be afraid? The city police department has long been a member of the Kejit Group, and most of the city defense forces have accepted Kejit.

The special group's bribes, they were able to force Snava to death back then, why can't they force me to death now?"

"But do you seem like someone who would sit back and wait for death?"

Si Enji looked up at him and asked calmly.

This question caused Crotter to fall into a brief silence.

Krote's talent may not be much worse than Snava's, but he is a completely different person from Snava.

Snava would have chosen to commit suicide because the Kjet Group forced him to a dead end, just to preserve his policies longer.

And if it were Croat who sat in the mayor's seat, he would most likely make peace with the Kjet Group without waiting for parliamentary impeachment, and kill everyone who might threaten his position.

Si Enji knows his ‘half master’ very well.

If Snava is chasing ideals, then Crot is chasing power.

For the sake of power, when Snava was in the upper hand, he could cooperate with Snava in implementing policies in exchange for the position of speaker of the city council.

Likewise, for the sake of power, when problems arise in Snava, he doesn't mind turning back to win the support of the Kjet Group and the mayor's seat.

"We have known for a long time that the leader of the city defense army, the B-class strongman Dahn, was greedy for money and lust. Snava did not give him enough bribes back then, which eventually made him fall to the Kjet Group.

"

Sienzi looked at Crotter's face and continued, "Now that you are the mayor, you have made so much money in the past eight years. With your character, will you forget the lessons learned by Snava?

"Although Dahn is greedy for money and lust, he still has a very clear self-awareness. He knows that his job comes from employment by the city government and federal subsidies. Unless he wants to launch a coup and become the mayor, in principle,

, he will still give priority to obeying the mayor's orders.

"Even if Snava got to that point, it was the city council led by you that dealt the final blow. He actually only issued an announcement to express his attitude and pushed hard against the collapsing wall.

Bundle.

"Now if you give enough bribes, even if you break up with the KJT Group, in the name of the city government, at least he will remain neutral in the dispute between you and the KJT Group and will abide by the city government's rules in principle.

Order,

"Even when a bigger problem arises, he will turn to you."

"You mean,"

Having said this, Croat finally ended his silence. He looked at Sienzi with a smile, "Maybe the Kjet Group has a 'problem'?"

"With so many mercenaries from the Kjet Group in the city, are they all returnees from St. Jon's hometown?"
To be continued...