As the inheritance ceremony of the governor gradually concluded, Allyson returned to the Governor's Keep. The crowd outside dispersed immediately. It was just too terrifying here.
Some started recalling the words the bald man had said to them about democracy, igniting anger in them so intense they could barely contain themselves.
Is this your so-called democracy? A group of people left indignantly, ready to stir up trouble? Brothers, we all support you with our thoughts.
Inside the Governor's Keep, Matthew, Bram, and Allyson sat at a table.
"Mr. Larden, now that the inheritance ceremony is over, what's our next step?" Allyson said, her gaze on Matthew.
Bram, too, turned to focus on Matthew.
"We should now leverage the island's greatest strength. The West Montiria Islands' biggest advantage is its lack of rules, which ironically, is actually its biggest rule. Our next move is to merge the three docks together and build the largest harbor in the region."
Both Allyson and Bram nodded, understanding the plan without needing further elaboration from Matthew.
"By the way, Mr. Roth, several dozen tons of goods were robbed at sea a few days ago. Have you heard anything about it?" Matthew softly asked, his gaze on Bram.
Up until now, Matthew had no information on where the Marine Corps' stolen goods were. He only knew that the Medusa Gang was involved in the robbery.
Bram's eyes flickered with a hint of recollection before he replied to Matthew.
"Mr. Larden, I've heard little about this. It's said that the goods belonged to the Virtue Hall of the Marine Corps but were brazenly seized. The waters here are murky; I wouldn't recommend getting involved."
The moon was obscured by thick clouds, casting the earth into impenetrable darkness. As Matthew walked on cobblestone streets, his face was devoid of emotion.
"How much longer will you follow me?" he murmured suddenly, his lips opening slightly. The street was empty, it appeared as though he was talking to himself. Anyone watching might have thought him mad.
"If you don't show yourself soon, I'll leave," Matthew added, his gaze fixed on a distant tree. A cold glint flashed in his gaze.
He had sensed someone watching him during the ceremony and left the Governor's Keep to draw them out. His eyes remained fixed on the distant tree, unwavering and unmoving.
Moments later, a voice finally emerged from the shadows.
"Impressive, Mr. Larden. Truly impressive."
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