"I had nothing to do with it!" Zheng Guo yelled for the hundredth time that day. "Whatever your younger generation does with their spare time has nothing to do with me!"
"You say this," a man from across the table said darkly as he stared into the city lord's eyes. "But my son was out celebrating the initiative he and his friends took to sway the city to make you step down as city lord." His eyes narrowed and hatred was plastered on his face. In his eyes, he already knew who the culprit was. He may not have been the one to kill his son, but he owned the hand that did. "It seems rather convenient that someone who would have given you a headache is now no longer with us, don't you think?"