It wasn't until the police took Roco away that he remembered his purpose for being in Salt City on business.

"Hey! They hit me too! Why aren't you arresting them? What's the point of just grabbing me?" he shouted, still in disbelief.

Ultimately, he seemed to have suffered the worst of the beating. Both his hands were dislocated, and no one had mentioned anything about fixing them yet.

The police officer sneered. "Kid, do you know where you are? They are Salt City's money-making machines! Do you dare mess with our Midas? Are you looking for trouble?"

They were always ready to oblige the Innova Group.

That was simply how society functioned.

As Salt City's largest taxpayer and creator of thousands of jobs, the Innova Group was protected by the authorities. Going after them was akin to inviting trouble from Salt City's officials.

Granting privileges to such a major corporation wasn't an issue.

As long as the Innova Group avoided major offenses or significant losses, the Salt City a