On the other side, O'Neill was filled with unease.
Perhaps he actually knew what he needed to do deep down, but his reason was still making one last desperate struggle.
He called Senator Landon and told him about his conversation with Lin Qi.
Now, Senator Landon was the only person he could rely on.
If even he refused to help, O'Neill was finished!
There was a faintly plaintive plea in his tone, as though he were begging for mercy.
After hearing him out, Senator Landon said meaningfully, "Mr. Lin Qi doesn't lack your favor. What he lacks is a friend who will do anything for him at any time."
"You know how troublesome your situation actually is. We all understand that."
"The only person who can help you now is Lin Qi. If you think this is merely a favor, you can try asking someone else."
"Sometimes, we don't have much patience. Perhaps your hesitation right now is pushing you into the abyss, my friend!"
Senator Landon was also growing impatient. "You don't have much time left. Either refuse or accept."
"The longer you drag this out, the more dangerous it becomes."
After hanging up, O'Brien sat beside the telephone for some time.
He recalled the past.
Some people said he was arrogant, always giving others the feeling that... he looked down on them.
He knew that wasn't arrogance—or rather, it was a kind of arrogance unique to him. It was his pride, essentially an arrogant inferiority complex.
As a "successful person" without any particularly illustrious family background, he had relied on his own efforts and management to make his way into Congress.
That gave him an unreal feeling, because nearly everyone around him had impressive backgrounds.
Their fathers and family members had once been governors or congressmen. Some even