Gan Jiang and Mo Xie were a little nervous. After all, their counterpart was a political old fox who had survived from the War of Independence to the present day. Even people who knew nothing about politics had heard of Mao Yuanzuo. There were all sorts of rumors among the public, too: the president was just a puppet onstage, the multiparty system was just the left hand fighting the right, and the true ruler of the Blue Star Commonwealth was none other than the great Mao Yuanzuo. He was the real sun of Earth, and so on.
...Come to think of it, was there any sun so gloomy and hidden away?
Once Gan Jiang and Mo Xie thought of that, they weren't nervous at all anymore. In fact, they almost wanted to laugh.
Though they were "real" high school girls, their practical experience and combat strength already surpassed those of ninety percent of all psychics. They were battle-hardened extraordinary warriors. How could they possibly be scared by a villainous old politician who existed only in urban legends?
Before long, Mr. Mao Yuanzuo—the power behind the Rongrong Party, who had served as a senator for twenty years and prime minister for fifteen—appeared before the girls, supported by his other, slightly older granddaughter.
He had been active at the heart of Earth's political stage since the War of Independence. He should have been preparing to celebrate his hundredth birthday within the next year or two. Yet he looked nearly thirty years younger than his actual age. He was a distinguished old gentleman, with well-defined features, a vigorous bearing, a steady stride, and impeccable manners.
It was clear that he took excellent care of himself. In truth, he didn't need anyone to support him at all.
It was also clear that he must