"Song Zaiyi!!" This time, even Three Stars Old Master, who had always remained calm, could no longer keep his composure. His voice turned icy. "Don't take yourself too seriously. You just got lucky, that's all. No matter how high a flea jumps, it's still a flea. It will never amount to anything!"
"Heh..." Song Zaiyi shrugged indifferently. "If you say so, then I suppose that's what it is. But our country has tens of millions of people, while your few conglomerates monopolize the resources, with hundreds of thousands of people working for you under your groups. How come none of that luck ever landed on your heads?"
"You..." The old man's face turned livid, but he still suppressed his temper. "Since Mr. Song agreed to meet us, surely you didn't come here just to say things meant to provoke us?"
"Eh..." Song Zaiyi suddenly laughed. "Actually, that's exactly how bored I am. Ah... after spending two years in prison, I feel like I've become quite mischievous!"
Everyone: "..."
"We can get you out, so naturally, we can put you back in!" the old man said coldly.
"I don't believe you..." Song Zaiyi gazed at him with a smile. "You can't do it!"
The old man gave a cold laugh. A group of Special Forces soldiers armed to the teeth rushed in, their submachine guns pressed firmly against Song Zaiyi's head.
"You'd better think this through!" Song Zaiyi said with an unconcerned smile. "Attacking a candidate will get you blacklisted for life. You'll never be able to enter the New World again!"
"That doesn't matter..." the old man said with a smile. "Even if Mr. Song Zaiyi gets the chance to take office, we still won't have any chance of getting in."
"Tsk... Old man, you really do understand the situation!"