The mob pays the police, but this is precisely one of the era's most bizarre "portraits," and there will be even stranger things!
In a time when the nation's overall order is not yet perfect, strange and peculiar things can happen, and when they do, they become logical.
Elvin nodded and said, "It's all recorded now, what do you plan to do about it?"
Lance leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, "Rules are not made for a few to disobey. I'm not a good person, nor am I a pushover. Since they don't follow our rules, make them follow the rules."
Elvin was a bit worried, "Won't this cause some negative impact?"
"After all... they've been living here a long time, and they're imperial immigrants, with certain social connections."
Lance retorted, "Does that have anything to do with them disobeying my rules?"
