They...
Wang Ye asked calmly, "Mr. Speaker, you mean..."
Gryzlov let out a long sigh and shook his head.
"Although there's no evidence, I can more or less guess who was behind it.
You know, Misha, throughout all my years in politics, I've gotten along with people reasonably well. I never really made any enemies.
Even during Moscow's most chaotic years, I never encountered any threats to my personal safety.
So why was I targeted now?
Isn't it simply because I joined the election and blocked certain people's path to power?
Oh, right. Do you know why I went to the Kremlin for dinner tonight?"
"No," Wang Ye replied.
"Heh. There were four people at dinner tonight. Aside from me, there was Medvedev and those two from the Kremlin.
Throughout dinner, the three of them kept trying to persuade me to withdraw from the election. They kept bringing up factional interests, telling me to consider the bigger picture and step aside voluntarily.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. Medvedev belongs to the faction—don't I?
Then why can't he make way for me and support my campaign with everything he has?
And no matter how you compare us, Medvedev isn't qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as me.
So the conversation was far from pleasant. I left halfway through dinner and walked out.
Then I encountered an armed attack on the road. So tell me, who had the strongest motive and was the most suspicious?"
Gryzlov spoke indignantly.
Wang Ye fell silent. If he were in Gryzlov's shoes, he would probably think the same way.
After a moment of silence, Wang Ye could only console him. "It hasn't been confirmed that... that they did it yet. Maybe it was... it was... Sigh, I don't have any leads either. I