But Morganfield clearly didn't care.
He didn't want stability at the port. He wanted Leo's submission.
Or his destruction.
'Mr. President,' Leo asked in his mind, 'is this the fire you were talking about?'
Roosevelt's voice sounded.
'Yes, my boy.'
'This is the cruelest side of class politics.'
'Your base is the workers. This is both your strength and your weakness.'
'Because within this group, trust is the most precious and also the most fragile thing.'
'They're used to being betrayed, used to being sold out by politicians.'
'So when that lie appeared, they instinctively chose to believe the worst-case scenario.'
'This move of Morganfield's is what's known as killing with a borrowed knife.'
'He borrowed the knife of your most loyal supporters to slit your throat.'
...
「On the third floor of City Hall, in the Mayor's Office.」
The windows were shut tight and the heavy curtains drawn, but they still couldn't block out the cacophony surging up from below like a tidal wave.
