The roles had changed.

The police, once the guards, and those who had lived as the ruling class of the city, living in luxury with their riches and their arrogance—now, they were prisoners, locked away in a detention center.

And the labor theorists, who had once been prisoners, were now managing the new prisoners as guards.

The first day in the detention center.

Mayor Biyase was fortunately not too lonely.

After all, the factory owners and police were all there with him as fellow prisoners.

“You bastard!! If you hadn't blown that, this wouldn't have happened!!”