The President Game

He-El was tall, composed and imposing, with the unshakable grandeur of Mount Tai collapsing before him. Yet when he smiled, he seemed warm and approachable.

He strode into the conference hall with an easy smile.

The gazes of the many senators turned dissatisfied, hostile, their enmity nakedly displayed on their faces.

Only some of the clear-headed senators relaxed when they saw He-El. He had finally arrived.

"Mr. He-El, you finally came."

Senator Andreas Waxman, who was being dragged along by security, stopped struggling wildly. Relief filled his heart. Supported by two security guards, he steadied himself, straightened one shoe and his rumpled suit, then voluntarily headed toward the entrance. "My apologies for making such a spectacle of myself."

"Senator Waxman, thank you for your contribution. Your efforts and embarrassment will not be in vain." He-El strode forward with a smile and extended his right hand.

The senators who had regained their senses sighed in relief, but regret also flashed in their eyes. They regretted not doing a striptease sooner to buy more time.

He-El's words amounted to a promise of benefits for Andreas Waxman.

The benefits behind He-El were something anyone seeking power, money, technology, or even fame would fight desperately for.

Andreas Waxman had merely performed a striptease and received a promise of benefits from He-El, making the clear-headed senators intensely envious.

Not only the clear-headed senators—even those under Mind Control were secretly envious and calculating how to obtain the benefits behind He-El.

Though they had been subjected to Mind Control, they had not lost their self-awareness. Their foremost consciousness was Loki's order to target He-El. As for how to target him, everyone had their own methods, and it did not conflict with their own desire to swallow up the benefits behind He-El.

Andreas Waxman's entire face flushed red