The newcomers were none other than members of the Prohibition Bureau led by Heisenberg, who had just arrived in Winster a few days ago.

Of course, there were also some people from the Kingdom Defense Bureau.

They immediately supplanted the scene claimed by the Kingdom Statistical Bureau, creating a confrontational stance.

"I was wondering who it was, and it turns out to be Lord Heisenberg. What brings you here today?"

Joseph, after all, was the scion of nobility from the Royal Capital and knew people from all kinds of places.

He had seen the likes of Heisenberg, the eagle of the Defense Bureau, long ago.

Back then, their encounters were fairly amicable, and Heisenberg even once considered recruiting him into the Defense Bureau.

But now, they stood on opposing grounds.

"Lieutenant Colonel Joseph, the Kingdom Defense Bureau's activities are not something we need to explain to you. And if I recall correctly, you soon won't be the head of the Winster Kingdom Statistical Bureau."

Heisenberg, with his extensive experience, faced Joseph unfazed, slowly advancing to the stage, taking over the position.

"Until the transfer order arrives, I am still the director of the Winster Kingdom Statistical Bureau." Joseph said so, but his momentum was somewhat suppressed.

Because he was a lieutenant colonel.

And Heisenberg was a colonel, and it is said he performed excellently in the Saint Kuanti incident, making him a likely candidate for promotion to brigadier general this year.

More importantly, he had a close relationship with General Solomon, essentially being one of his trusted aides.

"Lord Oswaldo, please come with us now; we have some matters to discuss with you."

Heisenberg disregarded him and directly addressed Oswaldo.

"What for this time?"

Oswaldo laughed, as if finding it absurd.

"The matter concerns the Kingdom's security; I cannot disclose more at this time."

Heisenberg's stance was firm.

Oswaldo laughed even louder.

"So you're disregarding me, the Governor of Winster? Anyone can just take me away?!"

The last sentence was almost a roar from Oswaldo.

After all, he had held the position of governor for many years, and his might was still present, his roar stunning the entire room.

Officials below also gathered the courage to speak up for him.

"Lord Oswaldo, after all, was appointed by His Majesty and discussed by the parliament, you indeed cannot treat him this way."

But such opposition was weak since neither Heisenberg nor Joseph cared; they remained unmoved by Oswaldo's roar.

They simply stared at each other.

"He is suspected of money laundering, tax evasion, and multiple tax offenses. According to the latest legislation, I have the highest authority to handle this matter."

"I'm sorry, since the establishment of the Kingdom, the Kingdom Defense Bureau has had authority above all departments. I'm taking him away."

The bottom line was, Oswaldo had no allies on the spot.

Both Heisenberg and Joseph came with their people, leaving Oswaldo with only a handful of officials and no one capable of fighting.

"How about this, let's all go together. This matter is also of interest to the Winster Court."

At this moment, Ned stepped forward.

Joseph came in the name of the court originally, so he remained silent, and after hesitating for a while, Heisenberg seemed to agree.

A three-way partnership.

Oswaldo fell silent.

The flashlights clustered again, this time capturing Oswaldo.

The journalists were the most excited, not expecting such big news in addition to the art exhibition today.

Unintentionally, Ethan exchanged a glance with Oswaldo.

"Are you still waiting for Vito?"

"He probably has his own troubles to deal with."

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Since establishing a foothold in Winster, Vito settled entirely at the Holiday Sun Hotel.

He bought the hotel and turned it into a chapter of the Steel Brotherhood.

When he had nothing to do, he lounged on the balcony basking in the sun, drinking fruit wine.

Today's weather was extraordinarily good, so naturally, he was sunbathing on the balcony again.

After finishing a glass of fruit wine, he habitually snapped his fingers.

Usually at this moment, someone would come up to replace his drink.

However, before the person could arrive, a bullet whistled through the air, shattering his empty glass.

Someone shouted up from below, "Vito, Ethan sends his regards!"

What followed was a barrage of bullets, the sound akin to dozens of typewriters at work.

Battle was on the brink.

The members of the Steel Brotherhood hidden in the Holiday Sun Hotel rushed out, clashing with the stealthily assembled members of the Bolita family.

Vito glanced at his shattered glass, shook his head, took off his sunglasses, and sighed, "I just wanted to soak up the sun a little longer, why the rush?"

Downstairs, the otherwise hard-to-kill members of the Steel Brotherhood fell swiftly under the barrage of special bullets made by Huoyan wielded by Bolita family members.

Furthermore, most of the Steel Brotherhood members, including their leaders, were out on a sewer project, leaving no formidable fighters at the Holiday Sun Hotel.

Soon, it appeared only Vito remained in the entire hotel.

Vito jumped down from above, and bullets naturally rained upon him.

But compared to his subordinates, his strength was indeed formidable; even the enhanced special bullets couldn't harm him.

Bullets hitting him made only clinking sounds, and he casually tore off his casual shirt, revealing a powerful body of muscle and steel, shining like a work of art in the bright sunlight.

"I'm genuinely curious, what gives you the audacity to try and kill me with just these things?"

He grabbed a handful of bullets that had fallen off him and easily crushed them into powder.

"Or do you think numbers will help?"

"If Ethan truly believes that, he might have to arrange your funerals by tomorrow. No, he'll die too, so how could he arrange them? Am I right?"

As he spoke, he advanced forward, bullets continued firing.

The sound of shells hitting the ground seemed as if it would spark fire.

Yet, they still couldn't leave even the tiniest scratch on his body.

Seeing such a scene, neither Virel nor Vincent showed any panic; they seemed to have anticipated this outcome.

They merely watched Vito approach closer.

"Have you thought of your last words, gentlemen?"

Originally trudging through the bullet forest, Vito suddenly vanished after tossing out this line.

The next moment.

He appeared directly in front of Virel and Vincent, his hand, like the most powerful weapon, could easily crush their heads with a single blow.

But…

Light, too, flashed at that very moment!