Whether things would descend into chaos or not, Ji Jue didn't know.
But based on his shallow knowledge of history, he could deduce one basic conclusion: at the beginning, middle, and end of every great upheaval, a whole batch of people usually had to die!
So here was the question: why couldn't that batch of people be the batch he had in mind?
They could be!
The Chieftain had already said he wouldn't interfere, and he'd even prepared the excuse for you. If you still wouldn't do it, were you even fucking White Deer?
It didn't matter if you weren't. As long as you dared to do it!
So what if it was Embers? White Deer bro and I were the bestest, number one in the world!
And so, after Chen Xingzhou laid everything on the table, the two hit it off immediately.
Beishan kid, don't run in this election. Put all your effort into helping me take the position. Once I'm in office, I'll put all my effort into helping you fish—the helmet-wearing kind! Everyone gets what they need.
As for Ling Shuo, Ji Jue hadn't considered him at all.
Even Ji Jue had already told him, and he himself knew perfectly well that he simply wasn't fated for it.
At a critical moment like this, even if he got a ticket in, it was already too late. His starting point was too low, his seniority too insignificant, and he had no time at all to develop. He wouldn't get any meat, but at least he could hitch a ride and get a sip of soup.
But Chen Xingzhou had begun preparing far too early...
Ji Jue didn't even know when exactly he had started.
Just from the intelligence network that let him know even the color of the