"Dirk Carter! You're just too rude!"
Wilbur Holloway didn't know how to retort, so he could only shout, his face red with anger.
Dirk Carter sneered and said, "Rude? I can be even ruder. I'm afraid if I say it, even your ancestors from eighteen generations back will come after you, even those in the eighteenth level of hell won't be at peace."
"Your ancestors are the ones in hell."
Wilbur Holloway was clearly at his wit's end.
Their words were becoming increasingly nonsensical.
Bjorn Dixon finally put on a stern face and reprimanded, "Enough. Continuing like this doesn't look even a bit like a deputy mayor!"
"County Mayor Dixon, it's him..."
Wilbur Holloway still wanted to accuse Dirk Carter.
Bjorn Dixon gave him a glare and said, "Since we can't reach a unified opinion, let's bring this to the County Committee meeting for discussion."
