The sunset shrank to a point on the horizon and sank into the sea with twilight's afterglow.
Finally, it was time to get off work, and Supervisor Willoby finally let out a sigh of relief.
What a terrible day.
After the explosion at noon, he first received a call from the secretary of the War Zone General Affairs Department of Poluo Province, and then was turned away by the Governor's Mansion.
That old fox Ya Hui had clearly promised earlier, but now he's turning his back and handing all the cleanup work to him with a single "Handle it yourself."
Luckily, he is a Ten Thousand Leader and has a way to pass the buck further down.
He pushed away from the chair, leaving the desk, and hummed a tuneless tune as he left the Garrison Headquarters.
Along the way, people greeted him frequently, and he nodded back with a smile each time.
He enjoyed this feeling of being respected.
