I had actually made plans long ago.
If R15 and R55 could not reach an agreement and insisted on fighting for power, I still had another move.
The system still held R9. If R9 regained his freedom and was made their leader again, he would definitely be more obedient than anyone else.
He was a smart man. More than anyone, he understood how to seize an opportunity.
After all, one was above others while the other was a prisoner. Of course he knew which to choose.
But from the looks of it, R55 was quite sensible.
"Mr. Jiang, may I ask if R9 is still alive?"
My heart skipped a beat. I had only just thought of R9 when he brought him up. Could he know what I was thinking?
"You care a lot about R9?" I asked.
He smiled. "It is not that I care about him. I just believe R9 should be in your hands. That is why you do not care at all about our internal struggles—because you still have a trump card. Especially now that R5 is dead, no matter how chaotic things become among us, as long as you bring R9 back, everything will fall back under your control."
"So one reason you have been so cooperative is because you knew about R9, this trump card?"
He did not deny it. He merely said calmly, "As the old saying goes, a wise man submits to the times. Even without R9 as a trump card, do you think people like us have any other choice? We have no choice. We can only walk this path to the bitter end. We cannot go back anymore. If R1 falls, those of us he sent out will become abandoned pawns. If R1 does not fall, the consequences of how