"OUR TARGET? NO CAVITIES... NO GENTLEMEN!"
In the plaza, my anger was transforming into something material. The large group of Town Security troops and knights below me shouted loudly in response.
On this temporarily constructed wooden platform were a few banners I had written. My forceful calligraphy were representations of my complaints and my will.
The left banner said, "Strictly strike down the
The right banner said, "Cleanse the atmosphere of the city!"
The middle banner said, "Beifeng, go die!"
