The ’Parade Participants’ fiercely grappling with the Mayor’s Guard suddenly raised their hands, and a series of sharp blades sprang out from their palms, stabbing toward the bodies of the Mayor’s Guard members. At the same time, a skinny man amidst the crowd pulled out what looked like a Weather Sphere made of transparent crystal, which at this moment was displaying the scene of a sudden downpour. His hand rested on the Crystal Ball, his gaze lowered, and he softly whispered, "Wind!" A flow of swirling Qi instantly formed within the weather sphere. In that instant, a ferocious wind burst forth from the void, sweeping past everyone’s cheeks, past the Jasmine Flower Sea, lifting a cloud of petals and scattered droplets. The howling wind and rain obscured everyone’s field of view, and the entire sky seemed to grow darker at that moment. "The Mayor’s Guard is killing people! The Mayor’s Guard is killing people!" Someone in the crowd shouted loudly. Someone started firing guns, making a series of gunshot sounds. Around them, hidden speakers seemed to switch to a chaotic channel, emitting a sharp screech. The once crowded onlookers instantly erupted into unrest amidst the gale and downpour, scattering in all directions. Tucker, blending into the crowd, witnessed it all, immediately pressed his bone conduction earpiece, and said urgently, "First team, immediately protect the ordinary Parade Participants, don’t let anyone die! "Second and third teams grab megaphones and find the nearby City Police Station members to organize evacuation, locate those screaming speakers, destroy them, and be careful of stampedes." He looked up, going against the flow of people, and gazed at the Mayor’s Guard and ’Parade Participants’ now embroiled in combat, "Third and fourth teams into the garden, stop those Attackers rushing in, keep them outside the Mayor’s Mansion!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!"... Amidst the cries of panic in the crowd, Tucker heard the responses coming through his earpiece and began pushing forward swiftly. And at that moment, near the gigantic screen’s location, Liz, who stood before the screen, was dumbfoundedly watching the chaos unfold, the White Jasmine Flower petals stirred up by the wind mixed with rainwater, covering her field of view. It all happened so suddenly, she couldn’t react in time to grasp what was happening. Although she had seen and heard tales of Assassination and chaos in movies and news reports, she had never experienced them herself. After a brief moment of mental blankness, she quickly came to her senses, watching the Mayor’s Guard members and Attackers struggling together, her trembling body beginning to slowly retreat. The Attackers had once been the gang members who protected her and pushed to the front of this screen. These ruthless people, once they pushed forward, would definitely not spare her. She turned her head, glanced at the small path in front of the huge screen, then quickened her pace backward. The ’Attackers’ emerging from the crowd were increasing in number, but at the same time, more plainclothes operatives were also bursting forth from within the masses, blocking those Attackers. It seemed as though some were attacking the ’part-time’ Parade Participants she was with, while others seemed to emerge from the crowd to protect them. The White Jasmine Flower petals swirling in the air obscured people’s vision. "She’s quite clever." Amidst the piercing screams and the madness of the stampede, a bald, muscular man with a cigarette in his mouth watched Liz as she carefully backed toward the giant screen, then quickly ran along the path before it. The skinny man put away the Crystal Weather Sphere in his hand, standing in the roaring gale, he said coldly. The bald, muscular man bit down on his cigarette, sneered menacingly, then his entire body suddenly surged forward. He directly knocked aside those in front of him; a torrent of flames erupted from beneath his feet, carrying his body to soar over the Jasmine Flower Sea, rushing toward the gigantic screen. At that instant, a middle-aged man who had just squeezed out from the crowd looked up to see the bald, muscular man flying above, and also leaped out, charging toward the bald man. The skinny man observed the middle-aged man, his eyes narrowing, he pressed a hidden earpiece in his ear, "Stop that middle-aged man." A reply came through the earpiece, followed immediately by three Mech Modified Mech Bodied men bursting out from within the crowd, flying toward the middle-aged man who had already plunged into the flowers. But at the same time, several Full Body Prosthesis members of the Mayor’s Guard were closely behind them, launching an attack. "Boss, it looks like the other side anticipated our plan, more of these Mayor’s Mansion lackeys are popping up, we might not be able to hold on much longer." Just then, a voice carrying a hint of raspiness sounded in the skinny man’s earpiece. The gaunt man’s gaze shifted to the sea of flowers within which several groups of people were tussling, and the Mayor’s Guard was gradually gaining the upper hand. As he observed the situation, the piercing siren that had enveloped the roads and the plaza also stopped at that moment, the hidden speakers having been destroyed. "Everyone, do not panic, orderly exit from this side," shouted a voice, "Everyone, do not panic, please leave in an orderly fashion, and trust in the Mayor’s Guard." The gaunt man lifted his head and glanced nearby, where employees wearing the White Jasmine Flower Crown Badge of the Mayor’s Guard were now wielding megaphones, loudly addressing the crowded mass of people. The hubbub and chaos within the crowd were being visibly soothed at a remarkable speed. Clearly, the Mayor’s Guard had anticipated their plans and made comprehensive preparations for defense. The gaunt man’s eyes shifted to a middle-aged man whose pace had been briefly hindered by the Full Body Prosthesis Modified individuals. Even Vice Captain Tucker was here. His gaze then moved past the giant screen in front of him, and beyond the huge screen, he saw the white palace-style building after the storm and falling petals. Was the White Jasmine Palace now at its weakest in terms of defense? He turned to glance over his shoulder. The spot where he currently stood had moved away from the parade participants, closer to the Jasmine Flower Sea. Meanwhile, not far behind him where the parade had been, members of the Mayor’s Guard were now pouring out to stop his underlings from slaughtering the parade participants. At the same time, several individuals resembling the Mayor’s Guard were rapidly surrounding the place where he stood. the gaunt man spoke into his earpiece with a cold voice. Then he reached out to grasp the Crystal Ball within his arms. An even more furious gale blew up once again under the dark skies, obscuring everyone’s field of view. And then, the lanky figure quickly blended into the crowd. The moment gunfire erupted outside, the blonde Chief of Staff immediately looked up at He Ao. The employees preparing for the live broadcast of the speech also started to stir. He Ao shook his head, picked up the brass cane, and walked over to the window behind him to look outside. The Mayor’s office was on the second floor of the Mayor’s Mansion, and at this moment, the dancing petals of the White Jasmine Flower had reached the windows outside the darkened office. The clamor of shouting and the staccato of gunfire faintly carried over from the tumultuous crowd. Just then, a tense call came from the doorway, and Sena, dressed in the Mayor’s Guard uniform, hurriedly pushed open the door of the office. He looked up at Lin En and said breathlessly, "Terrorists are assaulting the Mayor’s Mansion; please immediately follow me to the safe room." "It’s just a little problem, don’t panic," He Ao turned his head back, looked toward the blonde Chief of Staff who was peering in, then glanced at the surrounding employees. Then, his gaze rested on Sena, who was standing in the doorway, and he spoke calmly, "You take everyone to the security rooms nearby to rest for a while." Upon hearing his serene voice, the initially restless office interior gradually quieted down. Even the somewhat panicked blonde Chief of Staff’s emotions steadied a bit, as she looked up at He Ao, "And you..." "I will stay here for a while," He Ao said kindly, "The Mayor of Yilan City will not easily leave his office," His gaze swept over the employees around him, who still showed signs of tension and worry, and finally returned to Sena, who appeared concerned, "The Mayor’s Guard will protect me. There are many protective measures inside the Mayor’s Mansion, don’t worry. Take them away; this is an order." Sena seemed to want to say something more, but hearing He Ao’s words, he could only take a deep breath and nod, "Yes!" He turned to the surrounding employees and the blonde Chief of Staff, waving his hand, "Follow me, everyone." The crowd hesitated briefly before starting to gather at the door. The Chief of Staff looked back at He Ao one last time, and after seeing him nod to her gently, she finally turned and left the office with Sena. As the crowd fully exited the round office and the open door closed automatically, He Ao turned back to gaze once more at the view outside the window. He slowly extended his hand to push open the ancient wooden window. The windows of the Mayor’s office were one of the few fixtures within the entire Mayor’s Mansion that had not undergone smart technological renovation and still retained the structure from eight hundred years ago when the Mayor’s Mansion was built. As the window was pushed open, the howling wind and rain immediately rushed into the spacious office. He Ao’s gaze shifted forward, toward the edge of the giant screen in front of him. There, the petite and lovely woman with brownish-gold short hair had fully revealed herself. In front of her, a bald, muscular man floating in the air lifted his hand, a sharp long knife unfolding in his grip. He Ao slowly reached out his hand and gently caught a jasmine flower petal that was dancing in from outside the window. Tucker punched through the mecha in front of him and looked toward the delicate woman who had already reached the edge of the screen, shouting out loud. Several members of the Mayor’s Guard with Mechanized Body modifications surrounded the remaining two attackers with Mechanical Modifications, creating a gap for Tucker to escape. Tucker didn’t miss this opportunity and immediately dashed forward, moving at his fastest speed toward the huge screen. But it was obviously too late. "You’re too late, hahaha, Dawn Falcon Tucker, that’s all you are!" The bald, muscular man floating in the air laughed, pulling a mechanical folding knife from his waist and swiftly unfolding it, slashing at Liz, who stood at the edge of the screen. It was only at this moment that Liz faintly realized something was amiss and looked up. Then she saw a sharp mechanical knife slicing through the curtain of rain, cutting a petal, and flying toward where she stood. Her body tensed in that instant, and her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment. She was hardly taller than the mechanical knife itself; if that blade struck her, it would likely cut her in half. Scattered thoughts emerged in her mind. It is said that when a person is about to die, their whole life flashes before their eyes like a lantern show. But at this moment, Liz only felt everything was so quiet; it seemed like the cold raindrops on her skin were all that was left in the world. Perhaps these ’attackers’ never intended to let those who were part-time Parade Participants leave alive. When she had chosen this temporary job, she might have sealed her fate of death. But to have tricked those bastards before dying might also have been a win. If only I had bought accidental insurance, at least my parents could have gotten some money. I hope Mr. Lin En can truly change this city so that even after I’m gone, my parents can still survive. Is this too much wishful thinking? The woman took a deep breath, watching the rapidly approaching mechanical machete, her eyelids gradually lowering. However, at the moment before her eyes fully closed, a white streak of light flashed across her field of view. She was momentarily startled, slightly widening her eyes. As she widened her eyes, that dazzling white light instantly touched the chest of the bald, muscular man towering like a small mountain. Like a sharp sword piercing thin paper, the sturdy mechanical armor was easily torn and penetrated by the white light. As if an energy cell had been detonated, a roaring explosion suddenly sounded in the sky, igniting the burly man into a fiercely burning flame amidst the wind and rain. The pure white brilliance also stopped after passing through the flame, then shattered in midair. A flower petal had pierced through the alloy armor? A massive head dropped beside the woman, rolling to her feet. The damaged Mechanical Prosthetic Eye was emitting a strange red light. Liz, who was contemplating, looked at the mechanical skull, instinctively took a half step back, and bumped into the huge screen set up behind her. But this collision also jolted her nearly stagnant heart back to life. She reached out a hand, touching the petals scattered in the sky, and took a deep breath; even in the moist rain, the rich scent of the jasmine flowers still spread. Being alive felt so good. Just then, Tucker reached her and quickly asked, Seeing the sharp-eyed man before her, Liz nervously waved her hands. Judging by the actions and demeanor of the man before her, he might be a high-ranking official of the city government. The highest-ranked government employee she had encountered was from the city’s Motor Vehicle Administration when she got her driver’s license, so she was subconsciously nervous. "There was a flash of light just now..." She turned her head, trying to look in the direction the white light had come from. What she saw was a wooden window that somehow looked familiar. Behind the Mayor’s Mansion Glancing at the surrounding cameras, the thin man leapt up, jumping straight to the window on the second floor. He raised his hand and looked at the button in his hand. It was an emergency communication device given to him by the Consortium, this button connected to a ’Collaborator’ within the Mayor’s Mansion. If the Collaborator was inside the Mayor’s Mansion, pressing this button would prompt a response, and they would assist him. And he had just received that response. He lowered his head and looked again at the window in his field of view. If he remembered correctly, beyond this window lied the Cabinet meeting room, which was rarely used. Exiting the meeting room, one could reach the Mayor’s office directly along the corridor. He ducked his head, looked at the stained glass window decorated with patterns, and carefully smashed it amidst the noise outside, jumping through the broken pane. "Did you hear any noise outside? Is someone attacking the Mayor’s Mansion?" Sitting at the broad conference table, the man with a goatee and a golden pocket watch leaned forward, laughing loudly, "I knew it, that tyrant could never get away with it, he must have provoked widespread anger!" "Shouldn’t we really be heading to the safe house?" The portly man sitting next to him glanced at the now-empty conference room, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, "At this time, if we could find a member of the Mayor’s Guard, they could probably take us there." The goatee-bearing man snorted, "If Lin En can stay in his office, why can’t we stay here in the conference room? "Lin En sent those guys to the safe house, he probably doesn’t have good intentions, don’t forget, he just fired us all. "And to be honest with you, this conference room is at the very back of the entire Mayor’s Mansion. In case of trouble, it would definitely be targeted at Lin En, the tyrant, not us. It’s not like the attackers will come from the back..." The portly man, with his cigarette, lit the lighter and looked up at the man with the goatee, but then his hand froze mid-air. Just as the goatee-bearing man was about to speak, he suddenly felt something cold against his neck. Looking down, he saw a silver dagger within his field of view. The hilt of the dagger was held in a bony hand while the blade was pressed against his neck, "Is Lin En still in the Mayor’s office?" A hoarse male voice sounded from behind him. The goatee-bearing man’s body immediately tensed up. "Don’t shout, you can try to see whether you’ll manage to speak first, or I’ll cut your throat first." The voice behind him was calm and cold. "Are you with the Consortium? Have you come to assassinate the Mayor?" The goatee-bearing man took a deep breath and slowly asked at that moment. It seemed the person behind him was puzzled by something. "We can collaborate, I can take you to Lin En." The goatee-bearing man slowly said. Hearing this, the portly man sitting next to him instantly widened his eyes. The goatee-bearing man looked at the portly man, grinning, "We’re no longer ministers under Lin En’s command, so why not let him die and have a Mayor who favours the Consortium take his place? That would be more advantageous for us."