To Fight for It

Wang Ye only felt his gloom ease somewhat after he had emptied an entire crate of ammunition at the shooting range, leaving his shoulder and wrist slightly sore.

By all rights, he should have been happy today.

After all, before long, he would no longer be "Duma Deputy Mikhail," but "Deputy Speaker Mikhail," addressed with respect!

Yet for some reason, seeing Zhirinov withdraw so dejectedly left Wang Ye feeling uneasy.

Calling it sympathy for a fellow sufferer did not seem quite accurate. Strictly speaking, it was probably more like shared misery...

Perhaps one day, he too would vanish from Moscow's political scene like Zhirinov, without any clear explanation. His fate might even be far worse than Zhirinov's!

At least Zhirinov could enjoy his retirement in peace. But what about him? If he failed, the best possible outcome would probably be fleeing abroad. As for the worst outcome, Wang Ye did not even dare think about it...

In the eyes of outsiders, people as glorious and powerful as Zhirinov and Wang Ye still could not truly control their own destinies!

The next day, when some deputies encountered Wang Ye in the Duma Building, their gazes were somewhat different from usual.

Clearly, these people had already heard certain rumors and knew what was about to happen.

The moment he entered the office, Elena, Nova, and the other assistants all rose in unison to greet their boss.

Normally, that was nothing unusual. They did the same every day.

But Wang Ye somehow felt that the way they looked at him today was a little unusual too...

Shaking his head, Wang Ye decided he was probably overthinking it.

When you had a guilty conscience, everyone looked suspicious.

The moment he sat down in his office, Rosiana rushed in. As his assistant, she often