On July 22, the assassination attempts against the Progressive Party Elder and the Conservative Party Elder entered the stage of a full-scale investigation.
Gladstone found Conner again.
In the reception room of the residential area of the Presidential Palace, the two sat across from each other at the table.
Gladstone looked somewhat dejected. He had worked extremely hard these past few days to try to change the situation, but unfortunately, there was very little he could do.
Some of his "lackeys" had already refused to take his calls. The rest were still willing to answer, but they were no longer as willing as before to make their positions clear.
Meanwhile, the old fossils he had kicked out into retirement had begun gathering together and making moves everywhere again.
They did not even hide their purpose—to bring Gladstone down! He had gone to see his father, but his father was powerless as well. The whole world was now spreading the claim that he had hired assassins to kill the two elders.
He argued that all of this was... fake news, but people had stopped caring whether it was true or false long ago.
What people cared about was letting more people know about the fake news! As long as enough people shared the same understanding, whether it was true or false had long since become blurred beyond distinction.
After thinking it over again and again, he realized that there were only a few people who could help him, and Conner was the most likely.
They had been friends for many years, and their relationship had only soured during the election. He felt that there was still a chance—an opportunity to make Conner help him.
Conner looked at Gladstone and felt like laughing.
A sudden urge to burst out laughing rose in