Many times, Duan Mingyuan couldn't help but feel that the planet he lived on resembled an ancient house past its prime, where one could uncover heaps of cockroaches simply by flipping over a wooden board.
And lately, it seemed he had become the caretaker of this old house, having just sent off a group of outsiders who wanted to blow up the house, he was now dealing with a pest problem.
Having finished his boxed meal, Zheng Liu wanted to stand in the cold wind and reflect like Duan Mingyuan, whose silhouette exuded the aura of a philosopher. But after racking his brains, he only came to one conclusion.
——He was nothing.
Consequently, he couldn't muster any reflections.
Before his encounter with Duan Mingyuan today, he had naively thought of Siyang City as a place with simple manners, where everything they did was in defense of the city's justice.
But now, someone was out to buy his head as a public official, while others just stood by and watched.
