Sifuer sat in the chair, her jade arm resting on the armrest, fingers gently massaging her temples. Hel stood by her side, reporting reactions from various factions within the town. At the end, Sifuer couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, "It seems this Mr. Shitang has indeed brought immense psychological pressure to these people. Just releasing a message is enough to deter these impertinent and reckless scoundrels."
"The world has gone mad. People like Raphael dare to blatantly sit at the same level as the lady, and even after his death, there are many imitators. If this were the past, they would all deserve to be hanged!" Hel clenched her fists, biting her lip in hatred.
