Bazeer glanced at the person, “You’re right, so what should we do?”

The subordinate suggested, “Stop the news from spreading, and find a way to remove that native.”

“Good idea, anything else?” he threw his towel away and approached.

“Councillor Wendy wouldn’t care about that native, so instead of just killing him, we have to make it look like an accident, too. It should tarnish his reputation and make her feel disgusted by her home.”

Bazeer walked over to the person and placed a hand on his shoulder, “You’re not wrong, but do you realize that nothing can escape Councillor Wendy’s eyes? If she thinks Councillor Puyu asked us to do this, wouldn’t it embarrass him?”

The youth turned pale and scrambled to explain himself, but it was too late. Bazeer pressed down with his palm, and a loud explosion turned him into a pile of flesh and blood that stained the...