"Is everything at the scene ready? The prime minister will be here soon. Arrange every detail of the speech properly."
"Clear the roads for the motorcade, and don't get sloppy with security."
"Prime Minister, here is your speech."
In Tokyo, a motorcade was traveling down the road. Inside a high-end bulletproof sedan, the chief secretary kept issuing various orders and arrangements through the command system, bowing and scraping to Prime Minister Miyamoto Kawao seated in the back.
Miyamoto Kawao was sixty-seven years old. With a new general election approaching, he had to travel around the cities of the country to give speeches, announce his governing policies, win over the people, raise his approval rating, and secure more votes so he could win reelection.
"How was the matter involving the Holy One Cult handled last time?"
Miyamoto Kawao adjusted his glasses and looked at a man sitting beside him.
The election had recently reached a critical stage when his opponent suddenly exposed his scandals, claiming that he supported the Holy One Cult, provided it with people for sacrifices, and had consequently become embroiled in a storm of public opinion. His approval rating had plummeted.
The man sitting beside him was the Cult Master of the Holy One Cult—a genuine cultivator and the founder of the Holy One Cult.
"Prime Minister, we've spread compromising information about a number of celebrities to divert the public's attention. At the same time, we deliberately had the police arrest a batch of Holy One Cult members under our control and put them on public trial, thereby proving the government's stance and restoring the people's trust in us. According to our investigations, the approval rating has already begun to recover."
The Cult Master of the Holy One Cult spoke confidently, then sneered. "These fools are easy to