"We really shouldn't have done that!"
The Short, Fat Mr. slumped on the sofa, utterly lacking in dignity.
There was only a little liquor left in the glass he held. From the alcohol fumes he sprayed while speaking, it was clear he had drunk quite a bit.
When people gradually lost control of their emotions, they revealed their weaker side.
Regret over what they had done in the past was one manifestation of weakness.
As for remorse, he truly was remorseful.
They hadn't even killed those people. Instead, they had put them on the roasting spit.
To the point that some people believed they had also sent out the person who killed President Truman.
It was absurd, ridiculous, and laughable.
Things hadn't been like this before.
Even if they had been suspected of plotting to assassinate the president, when all was said and done, hadn't they failed to carry it out?
Even if the Federal president was a special individual, and merely preparing to act could constitute a crime, hadn't they ultimately done nothing?
He couldn't understand why the situation had deteriorated so quickly.
Lin Qi was certainly one of the triggers, but he believed there were other factors that had caused the Federal Government's attitude to change.
He couldn't figure out who had done it or why. Clearly, it brought no practical benefit to this mysterious person, The Short, Fat Mr., or anyone else.
The breakup of Northern Industrial Group was not necessarily a good thing either. Quite a few companies would declare bankruptcy, shut down, or enter liquidation during the breakup.
The employees working for those companies would lose their jobs. If a politician was behind all this, then he had to be insane! Employment was extremely important to politicians. Whether or not they supported a particular politician,