Bax had already begun contacting forces from all sides.
The Fallen Angel Church had been attacked—and it was an attack and frame-up by an official organization.
The evidence was also comprehensive, with surveillance cameras recording everything from beginning to end.
Cold cameras had documented the cruel truth.
Especially the peacekeepers who had been sacrificed by their own people—once the footage was exposed, riots were entirely possible.
Some things could be done, but they could not be exposed.
Politics was that kind of game. Every participant had to uphold the rules, or they would be attacked from all sides.
Conversely, within the rules, they would accept defeat.
As for flipping the table, unless one possessed absolute strength, the outcome would never be good.
Bax held bloody evidence in his hands. Everyone knew he would not release it, yet they all acknowledged its destructive power.
In the eyes of politicians, the value of evidence remained constant.
"So... what do you want?"
The joint representative of all the factions sat calmly before Bax, as if the person in front of him were not a powerful Evolver who could crush him to death at any moment.
This had not come suddenly. He had long since received authorization from all sides.
He had originally thought they would be negotiating over the Evolutionary Potion. As the victor, he would force the Fallen Angel Church to make concessions.
He had not expected their roles to be reversed.
Still, with his temporary authorization, he had come to see Bax as their fully empowered representative.
He remained very composed. If they lost, they would accept the punishment. It was no big deal.
The powerful figures behind him... could afford to lose.
He even thought carelessly that the other side would probably seek a higher position, perhaps along with some