The quadrennial election was drawing closer and closer. At this point, all the major candidates were doing everything they could to win over resources for themselves. Andrew Yang, the first Chinese-American candidate in Federation history to be labeled by the media as having the best chance of winning, was one of the hottest figures of the year.
After all, no one had expected this Chinese-American-born man to establish ties with the Leis Family. Saying that this was the most promising election in history was no exaggeration...
At that moment, in a reception room at the Times Center in San Francisco, Andrew Yang asked one of his subordinates with a grim expression, "They still haven't answered the phone?"
He was supposed to accept an interview with the other party today. They should have discussed how to respond beforehand, but the other side had stopped answering his calls three days ago...
Today, he had received word that something seemed to have gone wrong with the Leis Family. There were even rumors that Mite had been kidnapped.
But the Leis Family had always kept its internal affairs tightly sealed. Outsiders had no idea what had actually happened...
"No..." His assistant looked at him cautiously and said in a low voice, "It's not just that they haven't answered our calls. I asked around, and Mite's assistant didn't just refuse calls from us today. Geese, who was previously competing with us for Leis funding, hasn't been able to contact Mr. Mite either..."
Andrew's expression grew even more solemn. Could something really have happened?
Mite had not inherited control of the Leis Family long ago, and he had supposedly used rather less-than-peaceful means to do so—some of them even bloody. As a result, although he had obtained the largest shareholding, he had also made quite a