Chapter 77 Good evening, Mr. Bishop

*Who is trying to harm me?!*

At this moment, Moselle gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

Looking at the crowd of enraged people before him, he became aware that he stood at a crossroads that would determine his future destiny.

It could be said with certainty that everything that happened tonight would spread instantly like wildfire throughout the entire city... No, even the Southern Province and as far as the Imperial Capital thousands of miles away.

If he couldn't handle this current crisis well, he would truly be finished.

Moselle's legs went slightly weak.

Yet over the years, having weathered countless storms, his mind naturally surpassed ordinary people.

So, although his thoughts were chaotic, his face only showed a slight stiffness, without any signs of panic.

If even he himself panicked, the situation would be completely irreparable.

Thinking this, Moselle took a deep breath.

Feeling the various looks directed at him, he suddenly shouted, "Quiet!!!"