Chapter 579: The Unyielding God of War

Su Hao wanted to be honest and tell him why Nadetang was destined to win this battle.
“…”
The problem was, he himself didn't know why!
His intuition had been pounding in his head, confirming it countless times—
The winner of this election was Nadetang!
But as for how Nadetang would achieve this stunning reversal, his intuition didn't come with a detailed instruction manual.
It only ever told him the result, never explained the process.
How the hell was he supposed to explain this?
“Is it inconvenient to say?” Huang Fengwen noticed his predicament.
Su Hao racked his brains, considering for a long time, but couldn't come up with a suitable explanation.
“Well… it’s a bit complicated.”
“I see.” Huang Fengwen didn't press further, simply nodding.
“Brother Huang, I can’t say much else.” Su Hao picked up his glass, resorting to his ultimate weapon—his personal connections.
“Just one sentence: trust me.”
“Hahaha!”
Huang Fengwen burst into laughter, his previous doubts vanishing. He clinked glasses with Su Hao in a hearty toast.
“When the hell did I not trust you?
I was just curious and asked casually. If it’s inconvenient to say, I won’t. It’s not a big deal!
Don’t worry, of course I trust you!”
“Sorry, Brother Huang.”
“Oh! What’s wrong with that? You must have your reasons for not wanting to say.”
Su Hao was worried that his vague answer would leave Huang Fengwen with a lingering resentment, but to his surprise, Huang Fengwen picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp, as if his earlier struggle had never existed. He instantly changed the subject, saying enthusiastically:
"Alright, let's not talk about this brain-taxing work anymore. I'm sick of hearing about it at the company!"
"Let me tell you something funny. A gaming guild in the US recently submitted a proposal to establish a 'Trinity' branch in Europe..."
Sure enough, whether it's Su Hao or Huang Fengwen,
they're the same at heart.
Though they wore sharp suits and played the roles of shrewd financial elites,
once they shed that facade, they were just two simple, game-loving, internet-addicted men.
***
"Still no movement from Fanghuan Investment? Not a single word?"
"Yes, Mr. Nadetang. No contact whatsoever."
"What about the matter I asked you to investigate last time?"
"It's all confirmed. Fang Huan Investment has already poured hundreds of billions into acquiring all stocks related to you.
Wall Street is in an uproar, mocking Fang Huan for finally going mad and making an epic, suicidal investment."
Nadtang completely understood Wall Street's reaction.
Frankly speaking, if he were an observer, even he himself would want to laugh at Fang Huan's foolishness.
"What about the approval rating? Is there still no chance of a comeback?"
"Yes, Hillis is far ahead. But... there's still hope, sir.
In the last election, your vote share was actually lagging, but in the end, you were still elected, weren't you?"
That time, it was thanks to a unique electoral system.
If it were simply a matter of counting votes per person, Nadtang would have been fired last time.
"You mean, you're hoping for that kind of miracle again this time?
But the situation now is very different from last time."
"Regardless, we must hold onto hope...
Besides, the fact that Fang Huan Investment dares to invest so heavily in you suggests there must be some unforeseen variable we don't know about, right?"
But what exactly is this variable? What is Fang Huan Investment hoping for?
Could it be some earth-shattering trump card, one that even Nadtang himself doesn't know, capable of turning the tide?
"They should at least give us a signal! Why are these people so mysterious?"
Faced with the anxious Nadtang, President Aiden once told him:
"When the time is right, you'll naturally know."
He also said that Fang Huan Investment's style has always been unpredictable and mysterious.
"When the time is right, I'll know..." Nadtang pondered these words, but even now, he remained completely bewildered.
If there really is a signal, what would it be?
And in what way would it appear?
“What you need to do most right now is focus on the campaign.
If President Aiden is telling the truth, then Fanghuan Investment will naturally do its job.
And you, just do your job and give it your all.”
Nadtang had no choice.
Only believe, only wait.
Therefore, today, he was still fully committed to his speaking tour.
“Butler, Pennsylvania, is one of your strongest support areas.”
“Still?”
“Yes. It’s a Republican stronghold, with deeply entrenched conservative forces, and your approval rating is over 70%.
So, this is a stronghold we must hold firmly.”
Speaking in his core support area is always a pleasant experience.
Because no matter what you say, even a fart, the supporters will respond with the loudest cheers and applause.
Therefore, places like Butler always leave him with fond memories.
“I’ve been holding back a lot of anger, so I’ll just have to heal it here.”
“Yes, sir. The venue is packed with supporters; you can speak freely.
Especially on the ‘PC’ issue we’re fiercely criticizing, you can be even more forceful in your stance.”
Nadtang, with a relaxed demeanor, stood before his fervent supporters.
He waved his arms, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Make America Great Again!”
“Wow!”
“Nadtang! Nadtang!”
The crowd’s response was like a tidal wave, chanting his name fervently, pushing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.
However, even amidst this sea of ​​fervor, Nadtang’s heart remained heavy as iron.
With so many people supporting him, why did the damned statistics show Hillis far ahead?
Anxiety and doubt, like venomous snakes, once again coiled around his mind.
What exactly is Fang Huan trying to do?
What do they really want?
Does that unseen, world-altering "Divine Hand" truly exist?
If it does, then what is it...?
Bang—!
A crisp, abrupt gunshot ripped through the clamor of voices without warning!
Na Detang, who was turning to interact with his supporters, suddenly felt:
Something, accompanied by a scorching gust of wind, whistled past his temple!
"...?"
A moment of shock left him frozen in place.
He felt something warm and sticky flowing down his cheek, and instinctively reached up to touch it.
A warm, viscous sensation spread through his fingertips!
It was blood!
Bright red, glaring blood!
"What, what is this...!"
"Protect the candidate!!"
In a flash, bodyguards pounced like hungry tigers, pinning Nadtang to the ground.
Bang! Bang bang!
The gunshots mingled with the screams and cries of the crowd, instantly transforming the entire square into a scene of hell.
However, in the heart of this chaos, Nadtang, pinned to the ground, felt as if struck by lightning, his mind instantly clearing!
Could it be… could it be…
This is what Aiden meant…
Fang Huan’s… “signal”?
“!?!”
In an instant, an indescribable, intensely burning emotion erupted from the depths of his dantian, shooting straight to the top of his head!
He struggled free from the bodyguards’ restraints, and amidst the chaotic backdrop of everyone fleeing in terror, he rose abruptly like an indomitable war god!
He abruptly raised his right arm, like a statue forged in flames, pointing it straight to the heavens!
At that moment, every camera lens and every flash in the square involuntarily focused on that raised, blood-stained arm!
The image of a hero, though assassinated, yet standing tall, was frozen in time for eternity with the click of the shutter!