At this moment, the Police Station Director walked in from outside, his face stern, and his footsteps drew everyone's attention back to him.

After forcing a somewhat awkward smile, he approached the Provincial Governor and softly reported on the situation outside.

The situation outside was indeed not good. In just this brief period, the riot had grown larger than they had initially anticipated, drawing more individuals into the chaos.

Peasants from outside the city also began to enter. Now, not only industries related to foreigners were being looted, but local ruling class shops too were being smashed, looted, and burned. The situation was quickly spiraling out of control, truly out of control.

Not long ago, a group wielding sticks attempted to storm the Governor's Mansion but were intercepted by the outer layer of police. To everyone's surprise, these people, who had never resisted before, swung their sticks at the police officers.

In an instant, the police stationed there were dumbstruck, even forgetting to fight back, and were then relentlessly beaten on the ground by a group of peasants.

Some were beaten until their heads bled, while others were missing entirely, uncertain if they were mingling with those peasants, quietly escaped, or encountered some other misfortune.

Then they encountered the second layer of defense, Lynch's team and the guards of the Governor's Mansion, the ones truly wielding firearms!

Yet even confronting these armed guards, the peasants dared to charge forward, perhaps believing these individuals might not actually fire — and indeed, they didn't.

None of the Governor's Mansion personnel fired a single shot; they were even continuously retreating, making room for the peasant mob to charge and inadvertently encouraging their audacity.

Fortunately, Lynch's team decisively opened fire, and after repelling a wave of assaults, the peasants left behind a dozen corpses before retreating like the ebbing tide.

They gained nothing upfront, but there was no real loss either — dead people didn't count as losses, and neither did the living.

These individuals were from loosely connected social groups, with no real ties to one another.

The reason for the Police Station Director's grim face was their assaulted officers, who had lost about seven or eight pistols.

These pistols, now in the hands of the peasant mobsters..., would lead to dire consequences.

The Provincial Governor glared at him, then quietly said a few words, essentially urging him to recover those lost guns as quickly as possible.

Nagariel does not prohibit civilian ownership of weapons. On this peculiar land, numerous incidents every year involve wild animals attacking human settlements — some due to migration errors, others purely out of curiosity towards humans as 'food' incapable of surviving in nature, wanting a taste.

In essence, civilian ownership of firearms is not banned; however, handguns and other portable firearms are prohibited.

If a person possesses a hunting rifle, it is not illegal.

But owning a handgun violates the law.

A handgun's concealability poses a frightening unpredictability to those in power. No one knows if, amidst a crowd, someone might suddenly pull out a handgun when officials are traveling — Nagariel is in a tropical zone where long guns cannot be hidden.

Subsequently, under Drag's Provincial Governor's directive, the Police Station Director spread the bad news to everyone present.

Compared to the changing expressions on others' faces, Lynch remained stable, like someone unaffected by external matters or devoid of expression.

In fact, Federation citizens are more aware of the dangers posed by handguns. In the Federation, you can bring your social security number to any weapons shop to purchase various exquisite hunting rifles, but you absolutely cannot buy a handgun, as their buying and selling are strictly regulated. They are well aware of the threats posed by handguns.

At least, those with handguns won't use them to rob the poor; they will only target the wealthy.

In the bustling room, Lynch raised his hand as if pressing something virtually, "Relax, ladies and gentlemen. You don't need to worry about this..."

Once again, Lynch drew everyone's attention. He lightly shook his head, "Senior Soldier!"

The next moment, a fully armed soldier entered from outside, and his appearance instantly brought a sense of security.

It was a peculiar feeling — the Senior Soldier's professional equipment, the clothing fondly mistaken as Federation Army attire, combined with his weapon and helmet, caused the previously chattering crowd to immediately fall silent.

Some even whispered, inquiring whether the Federation Military had sent someone here. Lynch indeed has some connections with the military.

"I know that news has frightened everyone, but don't worry. Prior to my arrival here, I had already anticipated potential occurrences."

"Disease..."

"Water and soil issues..."

"Gastrointestinal discomfort..."

"And!", he raised a finger, "Riots!"

"The facts prove that my preparations are not useless. Now the Senior Soldier is providing us with the most professional security protection, and I also recommend this company to everyone, Darkstone Security. It has close partnerships with the Ministry of Defense, the Military, and even the President's office."

"It has handled more than one transnational military operation order, and so far, the completion rate is one hundred percent!"

Upon hearing this, the Senior Soldier straightened his already upright spine even more. Only he knew that Darkstone Security's only transnational order thus far was to protect Lynch's safety, and he was the boss.

But there was nothing wrong with saying this, as the Senior Soldier stared directly at the ceiling in front of him, thinking that perhaps this was why he could only be a Senior Soldier, while Lynch could be the boss.

Amidst the low exclamations of the people, more eyes focused on the Senior Soldier, "This time we have brought a team of no less than fifteen hundred people to ensure that our partners can legally conduct business in Nagariel without their safety and property being harmed illegally."

"Therefore, I am not worried about the things happening outside at all because with Darkstone Security's protection, I can sleep peacefully, even on chaotic nights, without worrying about my safety."

By this time, Lynch had already mentioned enough key points, and a gentleman who had donated five thousand dollars instinctively asked in a confused tone, "We?"

His way of speaking was more like a soliloquy, similar to when people read a sentence full of meaning and hit upon certain insights, repeating it unconsciously.

Lynch noticed this and nodded, "Yes, I just used the word 'we', and I won't hide it from everyone; I am the Chairman of the Board at Darkstone Security. As for you, because of your generosity and compassion, you will receive protection from Darkstone Security first."

"You, and those with you, your local assets, all will be strictly protected."

"We have agreements with the Ministry of Defense that when the lives and property of overseas citizens are under deadly threat, we have the authority to open fire first!", Lynch's voice filled people with some pride and some arrogance.

A country's strength is first manifested in front of these international merchants. When a country is strong, they can rudely demand local officials to comply with their suggestions and requests, a unique atmosphere not enjoyed within the Federation.

After a few seconds of silence, someone raised a check in their hand, "Mr. Lynch, on behalf of... the real estate company, I'm donating ten thousand Federation Sol for the suffering people of Nagariel!"

Lynch shook hands with him, smiling broadly, "Of course, your kindness also earns you opportunities. I will privately prioritize completing your security commission..."

If at this point someone still does not understand, then they deserve the potential dangers they may face after leaving.

Watching people respond enthusiastically, the journalist role played by the butler kept taking photos. These materials would become tomorrow's front-page headlines.

And it won't just be published locally; it will be distributed worldwide. People all around the world will witness Lynch's compassion and sense of responsibility as he just arrived here and is raising money for the local suffering populace, a sentiment that moved people to tears!

The bustling atmosphere made it impossible to feel the city's outside suffering some terrible damage. People were venting their accumulated anger, resentment, and all negative emotions toward society at this moment.

As the sky gradually turned dark, more people ran out from corners of the city, covering their mouths and noses with various things, joining this massive detail operation.

The city's most prosperous areas were completely looted, people didn't even spare a single door panel. Those driven by desire were like the mindless living dead depicted in horror novels.

Their existence's value and their act's purpose are to destroy and demolish!

Mikhail, acting as the local mayor, was hiding in his home's basement at this time. He hid immediately after knowing the riots had occurred.

This riot came at a bad time, stabilizing the city's order again and recovering social production after the riots will all require time, which Mikhail currently lacks the most!

He previously offended Lynch, if there hadn't been this riot, perhaps after some time, before Lynch thought of him, he would have left.

But this riot made it impossible for him to leave quickly. If Lynch remembered him again, it would be a huge problem for him.

This is also the tragedy of the little person, exploited anytime by those in higher positions, thrown away when they lose value. He doesn't think Drag, the Provincial Governor, will stand up for him since he belongs to a different clan.

At this time, someone outside the basement pressed the doorbell, and soon, his butler informed him that the Director of the Police Station was outside.

Mikhail considered for a moment and decided to let the butler bring him in. Once inside, the Director of the Police Station proactively requested a private conversation with Mikhail.

Mikhail took him into a study in the basement. He hadn't yet put on the mayor's airs when gunshots rang in his ears.

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