Dean McKenzie, in Blackwater City, was dragging away the president of Blackwater City's sub-branch.
He cleaned out the president's office and the Promotion Temple.
In the end, Dean McKenzie even took a detour to the Blackwater City Professional Alliance's restaurant warehouse, packing all the food supplies.
The whole process spanned over half a day.
During this time, not a single person in Blackwater City dared to resist or even breathe too loudly.
They were just like the president of Blackwater City's sub-branch, Finn Richardson, and like 80 to 90% of the alliance members of this era.
Cowardly, timid.
Doing what they believed was right. In their view, their task ranged from earning a few silver coins to several gold coins per month. There was no reason nor necessity to risk their lives for this amount of money!
That would be utterly unworthy!
As for the responsibility behind their work.
Sorry, they didn't understand.