Really pissed off now, the aftermath of overheating is always the same.
Grabbing suits and exchanging punches, the image of a successful person with a polished look in the past has completely vanished, wishing they could shove their fist into the opponent's mouth, reckoning all new and old grudges together.
Not to mention a small city council.
Even if it's a congressional meeting or a United Nations assembly, shoes off and slapping faces isn't a rare occurrence.
Lucius sitting in the main seat was stunned; luckily, Hote beside him raised a notebook to deflect a flying ashtray.
He regrettably said to Hote, "Maybe we should have done something back then, but it's a pity it's too late."
Hote didn't forget to compliment, "It's not your fault, Mayor, no one expected things to go this far. Maybe we should just hide outside the meeting room."
Seeing this scene, Jefferson also gasped, thinking, how can you manage good politics sitting with these people?
