Burma.
Domestic capital.
In Kundun's study.
"Whoosh whoosh... Boom..."
Watching the torrential rain outside the window and listening to the thunderclaps beside his ears, his heart also throbbed intensely from time to time. He took drag after drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling, his mind completely occupied by Lang Cai's illness.
He knew clearly.
He was walking a tightrope.
One wrong step would lead to irreversible doom.
But he had no choice, power was a slow poison, and he was deeply addicted, his situation growing ever more critical. The continual grasp on power was the medicine to alleviate his pain, and Lang Cai's position was the antidote.
He needed the antidote.
Now.
Lang Cai had already awakened.
But he no longer had the capacity to work.
Due to his age, his illness had hit him like a falling mountain, and his lucid moments were diminishing by the day. This made many people's minds active, as doctors told them that Lang Cai's condition was very unstable.
