Inside the villa, the living room.
Bryan Dennison sat in his wheelchair, listening to the report from a subordinate.
He was already over 70 this year, his face etched with the marks of time, but those deep eyes still shone with a keen spirit, as if they could see into people's hearts.
After the subordinate had finished recounting a series of events that had just occurred, Bryan Dennison fell into brief contemplation.
Six candidates who had just completed a televised speech—one was killed by a truck and, in less than half an hour, a second announced his withdrawal from the election.
There were definitely people behind the scenes wanting to stir up trouble.
But...
Who would be causing trouble?
Was it aimed at their family?
Bryan Dennison looked at the loyal subordinates in the room and asked calmly, "Where are the other three competitors now?"
Currently, his man was ranked first, and with two others out of the contest for various reasons, that left only three in the running.