One afternoon in late 2019, Fabian was still just an ordinary government employee.

Because of his skill as a public speaker, he was often assigned by the government to host various events.

That day, however, he received a different kind of assignment: under orders from his superiors, he was to travel alone to the largest local motorcycle club to deliver a statement on behalf of the government—the sole purpose of which was to warn the club members whose reckless driving was disrupting traffic.

It was clear his superiors were deliberately making things difficult for him, but knowing he wasn't up to the task, Fabian had no choice but to reluctantly accept the assignment. That evening, Fabian arrived at the wild and rowdy club carrying the documents his superiors had given him.

After being let in by security, he timidly made his way to the bar, sat down, and ordered a drink. His sharp suit and the government insignia on his chest caught the attention of those around him.

The owner, recognizing him, quietly approached and told him that the last person to come here was now dead.

But Fabian remained unfazed. After downing two shots to steel his nerves, he called a halt to the band performing on stage and the dancing girls.

Then, under the gaze of the entire club and various gang leaders, he walked onto the stage.

After stating his identity and purpose, he picked up the microphone and began his speech.

Initially, he tried to lighten the awkward atmosphere by telling a joke like a stand-up comedian, but it had little effect.

Seeing this, Fabian had no choice but to pull out the notice and begin reading its contents aloud.

Subsequently, he merely urged them to obey the law, but boos already echoed from the crowd, mocking this foolhardy man before them.

Upon hearing the warnings and fines he imposed, the members below grew even more enraged, hurling a barrage of vulgar insults at Fabian on stage.

Fabian was terrified. He lowered his head, his voice trembling and even breaking into a sob, yet he did not stop.

Instead, he sped up his already slurred speech, as if desperate to end this nightmare as quickly as possible.

Just then, a wine bottle flew in from nowhere, striking Fabian squarely on the head.

Blood gushed out instantly, and the bottle shattered, scattering countless shards of glass across the stage in the spotlight.

Fabian staggered, clutching the microphone with one hand.

He touched his forehead and, upon realizing his fingers were covered in blood, dropped the notice he was holding.

Fabian closed his eyes tightly. After recovering from the intense pain, he continued his speech, but this time his words were no longer persuasive—they were accusatory.