Clang!
The blood-stained steel blade fell from Hagan Marsh's hands, his face pale and ashen.
Just like mud running down into pants—whether it's mud or not, it damn well looks like it.
Xander Cook had been standing right behind him, so there was no way anyone could have gotten close.
Unless the real assassin was found.
Otherwise, Hagan Marsh would face confinement just like Xander Cook had.
As for freedom?
Everyone present likely hoped he'd lose that, wouldn't they?
"It wasn't me," Hagan Marsh gritted his teeth, forcing the words out as if squeezing them through his gums.
"The truth will come out eventually," Ian Jorden's face was calm, expression as flat and deep as still water.
He turned to face the other seven ruling powers and spoke, "What do you all think?"
The City Lord and the nine rulers governed Swimming City jointly, so of course, he had to solicit the other seven's opinions.
