"My power will become… the power of someone who belongs to this city"
"And how do you intend to do that?"
The doubtful voice of the man in front of him asked.
"First of all… we need to wait for the battleground to be ready…
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A few hours later, Preston opened a large door and entered the room, causing quite a stir among the people sitting all around him.
It was a courtroom, where both his opponent for that debate and the witnesses were already waiting.
The scene was aired on TV, and in his house, watching from behind a little screen was a middle-aged man.
It was one of Preston's assistants, and the last one to leave him.
"Preston… you don't know when to give up.
In life, there are some things you just shouldn't do."
Even if most people were thinking like that, some spectators still hoped for the best for Preston.