Charlie walked out of City Hall, and several plainclothes "candidate directors" in the parking lot immediately dropped their cigarettes and stood up straight.
Facing these intense gazes, Charlie enjoyed it very much.
This is why he was willing to accept the obviously insulting nickname "Hound" and climb desperately upward.
If you've never been stepped on by others, you don't understand the joy and satisfaction of stepping on others.
He nodded slightly, "Alright, I don't know how the Mayor will choose, as for which one of you is chosen..."
He paused for a moment and looked around, "Let's do it as we discussed."
Replace all positions with one's true self, turning the police force into their, or rather Charlie's, personal playground!
Someone opened the car door for Charlie, he got in, maintaining his proud posture, and the car slowly drove out of the City Hall parking lot, merged into traffic, and disappeared.
