However, Li Huazhao really did it, he now stands in the President's top-floor office, facing the person who has been giving orders recently.
"Perhaps," the young man shrugged, "I have indeed been quite busy lately."
A wild smile crept across his face as he raised his hands high, stretching them towards the ceiling on either side: "This is the greatest upheaval in a century!"
Li Huazhao: "..."
Has this guy taken something?
I heard that in this City, abuse of psychotropic drugs is rampant, and given how young this President is, could he be an addict?
Yikes—
That would be really boring.
With that thought, Li Huazhao's interest in the President dissipated, replaced by a sense of murder intent.
It was a strange state to be in, but it fit Li Huazhao just right.
People he wasn't interested in, who were also his targets, might as well be killed.
Killing them would save trouble.
