At this point, half the politicians in the hall were in favor of Frank's decision.
However, after a few moments Reuben suddenly stood up, and all eyes turned to look at him. They knew that the much-awaited highlight of the National Congress was about to come.
Years ago, when Richie had not been the leader of Dragon Island and was in charge of overseeing the National Congress, Weston's grandfather Merle had been the head of the faction who strongly opposed the Long family. But in a surprising turn of events, Weston fell in love with Wing and after that, Merle resigned from politics. However, it has been known that ever since the ancient times, power has been the biggest force in perpetuating uncontrollable desires. Once seized by it, one will have to spend their whole life filling the big hole of greed in their heart if they succumb to its mercy.
"I don't agree with the Chief Commissioner." Reuben simply stated. This Congress was of critical importance to his plan, and Reuben simply cut to the chase. "The Long family has been leading Dragon Island since the beginning. I think they have been in power for too long. Their ways of thinking are quite traditional, which is not good for the development of Dragon Island. The situation calls for rotating ruling party system. More parties should be involved in the development of Dragon Island. This is the best path to take."
Reuben finished.
"I agree."
One-third of the politicians were now with him. The rest were still observing.
Eric's lips were formed into a crafty smile during all this time, as if hiding a big, exciting secret. Back on the day when Richie had left office, Frank had sat there in the very same seat looking relaxed and arrogant, just as Eric was now. Looking at the whole scene had made the senior deputies in the National Congress feel as if they had gone back to the old days.
A heated dispute was going on between the factions. Frank just stood there silently. Members of the rival factions kept defending their own standpoints and attacking their opponents', and vice-versa. The Congress was conflicted about which system to adopt. Even when the two factions came to a stalemate, Frank and Eric maintained their composure.
Jeff, a low-ranking official who had just been raised to a member of the Congress sat in the corner. He seethed silently while watching the two political parties arguing hotly and contesting each other. It made him immensely satisfied and a malicious smile crept over his face. Their plans were coming to fruition.
His phone buzzed and he was snapped out of his reverie. It was the message notification. He took his phone out of his pocket and eyed the people around him warily. Everyone was engrossed in watching the two parties argue. When he saw no one was paying attention to him, he read the message.
"Jeff, I have Molly," the message from Lucy read.
The message pleased him greatly. A few seconds later, Lucy sent him a photo message, which showed Molly lying on the floor unconscious. Her hands and feet were tied and her mouth was sealed with tape. Her clothes were dirty and her hair was tangled around her face.
The sick smile on his face got even bigger. He looked up from his phone and up at Eric. He then forwarded the picture to both Eric and Brian.
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