Hafeez's face turned pale, his expression shifting from shock to anger, and finally to despair.

Just now, the Goddess of Life personally pronounced his fate.

In the Far West, there was no blow more cruel than this.

More importantly, Hafeez felt betrayed in his life, as Pope Carlo hadn't provided him with the protection he deserved, and all the large sums he donated to the Church Court had gone to waste, his contributions to salvation a complete scam.

The new order and rules were too unfavorable for people like him.

In the past, as long as they had enough wealth, they could stand above the law, regardless of their crimes, as long as they could pay the corresponding donations. But now, standing before the Goddess of Life herself, no amount of wealth could change his outcome.

Yet that raised fist did not ultimately fall; Hafeez merely slumped lifelessly into the red theater sofa, as if his soul had departed.

The play "A Pound of Water" had ended on stage, seemingly suggesting the end of his life as well. The actors came onto the stage one by one to bow to the audience. Hafeez couldn't recall how many performances he had watched in this theater, but this would be the last time.

"I think Mr. Hakimi's faith is still quite steadfast."

In his daze, a strange voice appeared from the front row.

It sounded like it was speaking for him, but without permission, it changed his name.

Bazarian also glanced in surprise at the young man dressed in a trench coat, wearing a hat, in a classic detective look. The young man stared straight ahead, "The fact that he hasn't hit you yet shows that he's a devout believer."

This was a Hakimi that wouldn't even yawn, though usually steeped in misdeeds, now facing death. Less fun for sure.

Ethan found the dialogue between Hakimi and Bazarian much more interesting than the play on stage. He had been waiting for the climax when Mr. Hakimi would yawn and then swipe at Bazarian, although humans to gods like Bazarian were no different than roadside Hakimi, incidents of humans being attacked by Hakimi happened all over the world.

Just like yesterday, Ethan was attacked by a cat in his hotel room.

True story.

Unfortunately, this Mr. Hakimi usually neglected to train his yawning, resulting in the play "Hakimi Scratches the Goddess's Face" heading towards a lousy ending.

"I gave him a chance."

Bazarian smiled slightly, sat back in her place, "But he was useless."

When... Mr. Hakimi raised his hand to her, she neither flinched nor dodged. She found Ethan's choice of nickname much more interesting than Hafeez himself, catchy, imbued with some indescribable unique magic power.

"Is that why He favors you?"

Bazarian looked at Ethan with keen interest.

She had noticed Bazatous's presence since her time in the Holy City, and in her impression, the great Celestial Father would never deign to descend into the human world for a mere mortal, much less travel with him.

Heh, an interesting man.

Although this was her first formal conversation with Ethan, she immediately sensed Ethan's intriguing soul.

"Who are you?"

Hafeez glared at Ethan with anger, the Goddess was understandable, but how did even this young detective, who appeared from nowhere, dare to mock him?

He was indeed doomed, but before that mob could drag him out of the town hall, he still had enough power to execute an idiot who dared offend him.

"Shut up, Hakimi!"

The gentle Goddess suddenly changed her expression. She merely glanced at Hafeez, and it forced him to swallow all the threatening words, and another thing Hafeez couldn't comprehend was why the Goddess swiftly reached an agreement with Ethan on the term "Hakimi."

After all, what exactly was Hakimi?

"Mayor Hakimi, terrible news! The Security Office just officially issued an arrest warrant for you!"

A flustered city hall official rushed to Hafeez and blurted out as his head heated up.

Hafeez's pale face finally showed a trace of color—flushed with anger, turning him red.

But now wasn't the time to correct titles, Hafeez understood that the Security Office issuing an arrest warrant meant Leon and the rabble who followed him had taken control.

Or perhaps... this group wasn't exactly a rabble.

Hafeez glared viciously at Ethan, the main culprit, and stormed off in a fury.

As Hafeez and the officials gradually exited, the theater became completely silent, leaving only Ethan and Bazarian, the two of them gazing at each other, observing one another silently; the atmosphere of their meeting was beyond what either expected.

Ethan quickly labeled Bazarian as an "interesting woman."

The resurrected Goddess retained her sanity, not the mindless destroyer they had originally imagined, merely repeating "I want to destroy this miserable world" and spreading plague everywhere. Even faced with Mary's public, provocative judgment, she didn't rage and overturn tables, turning the entire Oasis City into a breeding ground for plague.

It was clear that Bazarian, in that era which once belonged to her, was a lively young lady.

"State your purpose."

"I'm here to vote for you."

Ethan spoke straightforwardly.

"Vote for me?"

"Although superficially, Mary has taken the lead in the Oasis City mayoral race, she isn't a good person. Yesterday she instigated my cat to attack me."