At the council meeting, everyone was contributing their ideas and plans for the future of Ke Chen City.
Even the Extraordinary with the most pessimistic outlook were thinking about how to bite off a chunk of power from the Gluttonous Legislator before Ke Chen City was invaded.
But all of this was rather meaningless for the Name-Slinging Geezer sitting in the back row.
His abilities had already been used on those who needed them, and now, even giving some newcomers a humble name wouldn't create any protective power at the brink of an imminent clash with the Gluttonous Legislator.
Besides his own abilities, what use was he—a pension-receiving old man who could be six feet under any time?
Silent, the Name-Slinging Geezer left the venue and headed towards the back hill of the City Management Team alone.
In the past, when he was young, he thought this back hill was really short; a few steps would bring him to the top.
