Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1498 - 448: [Correct Answer!]_3

I’ve already found out that he’s attracted to an actress from a troupe in the capital.

Perhaps it won’t be long before that actress becomes his eleventh wife.

By then, I’ll be just like those former ones before me, either losing his favor and offending him, leading to execution by him.

Even if I behave quietly without any excessive moves, I’ll be sent to some mining area to "retire," left out in the cold there.

The one who can always stay by his side is only the one he favors most.

"Alright, bread, meat, and coffee, I’ll prepare them quickly."

The Mayor’s Wife nodded obediently and turned to leave the study.

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A few minutes later, when the Mayor’s Wife returned to the study, she saw her husband standing by the window, his gaze fixed on the distant view outside.

Outside the study window, running north to south, was a street—this was the most famous "Revolution Road" in Gusanka City.

From afar, one could clearly see the traffic bridge on that man-made canal.

The bridge was now brightly lit, soldiers were guarding it, and armored vehicles, like steel monsters, were stationed there.

From the fourth floor, standing at the window, everything seemed very clear.

"Put it down, you can leave now." The Mayor spoke coldly without turning around.

The sound behind indicated the tray of food being placed on the table; the Mayor paid it little attention.

But after waiting for a moment, he didn’t hear the footsteps of his wife leaving or the sound of the door being closed.

He frowned, turned around, and looked coldly.

With just a glance, the Mayor’s face immediately changed!

His wife stood by the desk, beside her was a silver food tray.

But on the tray, there was none of the bread or roasted meat he instructed to be prepared, nor any coffee!

Inside the tray, there was only a knife!

It wasn’t a table knife but a... how to say, a short knife, its blade full of rust marks.

When the Mayor was young, he was the type who could stand on the front lines personally. To his eye, that was a very old knife, but it definitely had killed people, seen blood!

The rust marks on the knife, not just rust, were clearly a lot of blood rust!

This kind of knife design wasn’t any military dagger or tactical knife he had used.

Instead... it looked like the weapon used habitually by the locals, especially those local indigenous peasants.

A very old and traditional style.

The Mayor took a deep breath, anger flashing on his face, "You..."

"Don’t move, stay right there!" The Mayor’s Wife raised her head, looking coldly at her husband.

Her hand was already on the table—the golden handgun.

The Mayor’s Wife had already raised the gun, swiftly unlocked the safety, and pointed the gun at the Mayor.

This action made the Mayor swallow back all the reprimanding words he was about to unleash, instinctively squinting his eyes, his gaze full of killing intent and fury, staring at his wife.

After a few seconds, the Mayor took a deep breath, "You’ve betrayed me."

It wasn’t a question, but a statement of certainty.

The woman didn’t speak.

The Mayor took a deep breath, trying to step half a step to the left, but his wife’s gun moved along immediately.

He didn’t dare move.

"You colluded with those peasants in the South District, those rats?" The Mayor laughed, his tone deliberately portraying absurdity and cold sarcasm, slightly exaggerated: "Those rats in the swamp, what can they give you? Money? Or something else?

Don’t kid yourself!

They are so poor that they can only find food in the swamps! Only by staying with me, loyal to me, can you live this life of luxury clothing and food! You can have those precious jewelry, gems, and gold!"

The Mayor’s Wife spoke lightly, "And then?"

"What then? Then what?"

"Then, after you tire of me, kill me like your previous wives? Oh, or like a few others, even if not killed, tossed in a mining area to retire?

Jewelry, gems, gold? Those things, you wouldn’t give them to me either; you’d keep them for your next new favorite."

Saying this, she held the gun with her right hand, the barrel not lowered, while her left hand gently rolled up her right sleeve, revealing her wrist.

Her wrist wore a gold accessory.

"This thing belonged to your fourth wife. After I was with you, you gave it to me, but its original owner?

Oh, I forgot, she was killed by you."

Pausing, the Mayor’s Wife coldly sneered, "Also, those things in my jewelry box, their owners? In Mine No. 1 and Mine No. 4. You threw them into those damned places, claiming it was for retirement, but actually, you were fed up, tired, discarded them far away.

You didn’t kill them, continued supporting them—not because you cherished old feelings, but because... their families, their brothers are still serving you."

The Mayor’s gaze turned cold, "But I didn’t plan to kill you."

"You were planning to send me to the mining area, weren’t you?"

"..." The Mayor didn’t speak, just quietly watched the woman before him.

After a few seconds, the Mayor took a deep breath, "Without me, where would you be now? Selling meat on the street! Or long ago sold to some brothel, dead!"

"..." The Mayor’s Wife glared at her husband, suddenly chuckling with a "puchi" sound.

"Why are you laughing?"