"Donal Lewis, what the hell are you? What right do you have to boss me around? You're nothing but a useless piece of trash. You've got some nerve, thinking I wouldn't dare shoot you?"
Sherman Summers screamed like a madman.
Then.
His eyes swept over everyone present.
He said: "How am I any worse than Dylan Tate? Why could he suppress me when he was around? When he was the magistrate, each of you was so obedient. Now, after all the trouble of waiting for his death, I've become this magistrate, yet you guys are trying to mess with me in every way. Do you really think I'm easy to bully? Huh?"
At this moment, a sudden voice came from behind.
"Sherman Summers, think carefully. Are you the one messing with others, or are others messing with you?"
Everyone focused their gaze.
It was Dirk Carter.
He walked out unscathed from the investigation area.
As soon as Sherman Summers saw Dirk Carter, his eyes turned red.
Not from wanting to cry, but from anger to the point of bloodshot.
