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Rain's body trembled, his face pale and covered in bruises. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat and blood, making him look like a tattered doll, ravaged beyond recognition.
Behind him stood Carter, a shadow resembling death itself—cold, silent, waiting to deliver the final judgment.
The Live Broadcast footage was unedited, devoid of sound effects, only the heavy sound of Rain's labored breathing, the faint hum of the phone camera, and the oppressive silence that weighed heavily in the air.
Then, Carter slowly spoke.
"Mayor Rain... the Ruler of this city... what were you just doing?"
He deliberately slowed his speech, his voice deep and laced with a cruel indifference.
Rain shuddered, as if thrown into an ice cellar, fearfully lifting his gaze to the camera.
"He wants to leave this city."
The moment those words fell, the comments section of the Live Broadcast exploded!
— "Does this bastard really think he can run away?!"
— "We're all trapped here, and he wants to just pack up and leave?!"
— "Look at this coward!!"
— "Kill him!! Let him taste our suffering!!"
The comments surged like a tidal wave, angry messages flashing across the screen. In that instant, all hatred was ignited; it was no longer just animosity towards Rain as an individual but a roar against the entire crumbling system.
"Wait—wait—no!" Rain's face changed dramatically, his voice trembling as he instinctively tried to defend himself. "This is a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! I... I wasn't trying to run away! I was seeking help from the government! This city has already... already lost control, I must... I must..."
Bang—!!!
Carter didn't let him finish, delivering a powerful punch to the back of his head.
Rain's body lurched forward, his forehead colliding with his knees, producing a dull thud. His vision spun, his ears buzzed, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he nearly lost consciousness.
Carter looked down at him, his gaze cold and devoid of any pity.
"Lost control?" His voice was deep, laced with mockery. "Who caused it to lose control? Who turned this city into such a nightmare? Who made people stop believing in the law, stop believing in the government?"
Rain didn't answer; he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.
"I ask you, Rain—" Carter leaned over him, his tone growing darker. "If this city still had some order, could I stand here like this, committing crimes without anyone ever catching me?"
"Isn't that just your incompetence?"
Rain trembled, his mouth slightly open but unable to produce any sound.
The audience in front of the screen fell silent for a moment before—
—"Damn, he's right."
—"This mayor hasn't done anything at all!"
—"Carter's words make more sense than all this politicians' nonsense!"
"This kind of trash, still daring to play the victim?!"
The online public opinion had completely erupted.
Carter said nothing further; he simply stared at Rain, as if admiring a lamb about to be slaughtered.
The trial had only just begun.
The live broadcast continued to shake, with Rain's breaths coming in ragged gasps, the terror in his eyes unmistakable. Behind him stood Carter, like a butcher executing judgment.
"Ladies and gentlemen—" Carter's voice was deep, carrying a weighty calm that pressed down on everyone, "let us see what kind of despicable person the mayor of this city truly is."
The screen flickered, and a photo was projected onto the live broadcast.
It was a black-and-white surveillance image showing a dimly lit upscale restaurant. Rain sat at a table, facing several gang members dressed in suits, their bodies covered in tattoos. They clinked glasses together, smiles on their faces, while the table was laden with expensive red wine and cigars.
Rain's eyes widened; he had no idea how this photo was taken or when he had been under surveillance.
But this was just the beginning.
The second photo showed Rain standing at an underground exchange, shaking hands with a wealthy businessman. On the nearby table lay several briefcases stuffed with cash, indicating a massive transaction.
The third photo depicted Rain alongside the owner of a high-class brothel, surrounded by scantily clad women. In the corner of the frame, helpless girls could be seen locked away in back rooms.
The fourth photo captured him in a secret meeting room, discussing matters with the police chief, representatives from greedy corporations, and a gang leader. The background screen displayed a map of the city, with red lines marking which areas were to be controlled by which gang and which businesses were to take over certain regions.
One photo after another appeared, each more direct and shocking than the last.
Rain's face turned completely pale, his lips trembling, and his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
"No, it can't be..." he murmured, "How do you have these photos...?"
He had no idea when he had been infiltrated!
He always thought he was discreet enough, that all his transactions, meetings, and agreements were conducted under strict confidentiality. But now, the evidence he believed could never be exposed was laid bare before the entire world.
"This is the mayor we elected," Carter's voice was cold, laced with a hint of sarcasm. "A bastard colluding with the mafia, selling out to Greedy Corporations, trading the future of the citizens for his own benefit."
"A hypocritical, disgusting person who only cares about himself."
The comments on the Live Broadcast exploded!
— "Why did we elect this scumbag...?"
— "Is this our leader? A politician worse than the mafia?!"
— "Carter actually managed to get this evidence... Damn, what kind of monster is he?"
— "I only just realized why this city has become like this."
Rain's lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but Carter didn't give him a chance.
"Now, do you still want to defend this scumbag?" Carter slowly looked down at the camera, his tone devoid of any emotion.
"Or do you think he should pay for all of this?"
The screen continued to flicker, and Rain could only widen his eyes in terror, watching the fury of the entire city sweep towards him through the screen.
“Bang—!”
Carter's fist struck Rain's abdomen with a heavy thud. Rain's body lurched forward, his mouth gaping open as he let out a muffled groan. The acid in his stomach surged up, and he struggled to catch his breath amidst the pain.
But Carter did not stop.
“Bang!”
This time, the fist connected directly with Rain's face. His nose shattered instantly, blood gushing out like a burst pipe, splattering across his lips and chin. The metallic taste was so overwhelming that it made him want to vomit.
Rain swayed as he lifted his head, his gaze unfocused, lips trembling as if he wanted to plead for mercy, but no sound came out.
Carter bent down, throwing punches while murmuring softly, his voice steady and cold, like a confirmation of some prophecy.
“I told you long ago that I would torment you.”
“This is not an execution; this is a judgment.”
“You will pay for everything you have done here.”
“One punch represents your corruption.” “One punch represents your collusion with the gang.” “One punch represents those who have died because of you.”
“Bang—!”
A tooth flew from Rain's mouth, blood spilling from the corners as his head spun in a haze. Consciousness drifted away in waves of pain, tears and mucus mingling with blood, making him look less like a mayor and more like a trampled insect.
He wanted to beg for mercy, to speak, but he lacked even the strength to open his mouth.
His body trembled like a sieve, extreme fear crushing the last remnants of his dignity, and then—
A warm liquid slowly seeped from his pants.
His trousers were soaked in a large patch, the pungent smell of urine spreading through the air. His body could no longer withstand this overwhelming fear, and his mind completely shattered.
But Carter merely looked at him coldly, showing no sign of surprise.
In this trial, Rain was no longer a person; he was merely a reflection of this city, a symbol, a piece of rotting flesh about to be torn apart.
Beside him, the Male Secretary remained tied to the chair, the rag in his mouth long soaked with blood. His head hung low, devoid of any light in his eyes, as if he had already departed from this world.
Out of the corner of his eye, Rain caught sight of the secretary's lifeless body. Fear exploded in his chest; his mouth opened and closed like a fish thrown ashore, gasping for breath but unable to utter a single coherent word.
He was truly terrified.
This was not a political struggle where he could negotiate terms, nor was it a scandal he could settle with money or power. This was a public execution, a trial from which he could not escape.
And Carter had no intention of stopping.
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