The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician-Chapter 592 - 303: The Magic of Flying Knife under Live Streaming

Maine hadn’t expected things to evolve into what they had become today.

No one could have imagined that Wildfire would have really traveled from the First District all the way to the Thirteenth District.

Although he had been promoting this matter in secret, it had now exceeded his expectations.

Wildfire...

Under the leadership of the leader, they began to protest near the Seges Building, constantly enticing ordinary people to join in.

By this point, it had essentially become a violent confrontation.

Maine’s heart was somewhat in turmoil, and he was worried about being arrested by the police station as a high-ranking member of "Wildfire".

He was a former red-robed member of "Wildfire" and a staunch conservative who firmly supported the first Yaxi.

The second Yaxi, the current leader, had reorganized "Wildfire" into what was now called "Wildfire."

Maine knew that if he didn’t join "Wildfire," he would certainly become a target for the leader’s assassination, so he had been very compliant and accepted the reformation immediately.

However, he hadn’t stopped hoping for the first Yaxi’s return, and after following countless leads, he found that the first Yaxi had gone to the Thirteenth District after establishing "Wildfire."

Yes, the Thirteenth District.

Then, with the outbreak of war in the Thirteenth District, the first Yaxi had disappeared without a trace.

But Maine believed that the first Yaxi wouldn’t die so easily; he must be lying in wait somewhere in the Thirteenth District, preparing for something.

At that time, the Thirteenth District happened to experience the Sages Group incident, which was indirectly related to the "New Brad Bill" that they "Wildfire" had been vigorously advocating, so with ulterior motives, he suggested that "Wildfire" should move to the Thirteenth District.

Naturally, Maine wanted to go to the Thirteenth District legitimately and then lead the conservative faction lurking within "Wildfire" to find the first Yaxi, but after they arrived, they found that things were not within their control.

Unlike in the past, "Wildfire", now more aggressive under the leader’s direction, had even begun assaulting the Seges building with the tacit approval of the leader!

Maine suddenly found that he had difficulty comprehending the leader’s thoughts.

As for the common people, of course, they dared to use violence against the defense of the Seges Building, and as long as it was just physical conflict, under the unwritten rule of overlooking the crowd’s minor offenses, their punishments would not be too severe.

But how could the leader, as the ostensible head, dare to condone such an occurrence?

Could the Three Major Groups be unable to target an individual, when they’re unable to act against the masses?

Being caught would mean not even knowing how one had died!

Maine’s heart was filled with confusion as he looked toward the man in the dark blue robe standing in the center of the crowd.

Is it the mask you wear that gives you such courage?

But regrettably, he was now swept up in the crowd and had no way to maintain his own original intentions.

"Hand over the president! Hand over the president!" Looking around, there were not only members of the sect, but also many ordinary people standing right in front of the Sages buildings, constantly waving their right hands and shouting rhythmically.

The noise was deafening, revealing the crowd’s current state of agitation.

However, to Maine at that moment, the louder the noise, the stronger his desire to flee the place became.

He was very worried; he feared that the police would come to violently suppress the protest any second now.

If things turned out that way, as a red-robed member, he would surely be the police department’s first enforcement target, and there would be no escape.

Even now, in this "center of attention," Maine was certain that he couldn’t slip away unnoticed, so when the police arrived...

He furrowed his brow deeply, his face under the red hood laden with worry that couldn’t be dispelled.

Suddenly, Maine saw the leader in the blue robe among the crowd, seemingly making a new move; he pressed down his hand, signaling everyone to fall silent.

Starting with the leader, the surrounding members of the sect gradually quieted down, sealing their lips.

It was like dropping a stone into the water, as the ripples named "Silence" spread out, gradually sweeping through the entire protest.

The outermost layer was not made of "Wildfire" sect members; they were just ordinary people, but sensing the deathly stillness of the sect members, these commoners too felt the silent power and, holding a natural awe for these "Wildfire" members, involuntarily sealed their mouths as well.

It was definitely a magical occurrence; after a short minute, the formerly noisy street became as quiet as a graveyard.

In such times, Maine felt the power of "Wildfire" profoundly, but instead of excitement over this power, he felt only fear.

Simply put, the more autocratic "Wildfire" was, showing such cohesion, the more the Three Major Groups would see it as a threat to be eliminated.

A semi-religious organization that couldn’t be manipulated was ultimately just a nuisance; better to uproot it now while it didn’t have a firm foundation.

So what about him?

Maine certainly didn’t want to be uprooted along with it!

Moreover, having been part of "Wildfire" for so long, he cared for the organization, or else he wouldn’t have thought to come to the Thirteenth District in search of the first Yaxi.