Empire of Shadows

Chapter 657: Everyone's Direction [666+12]

Mr. Huff rubbed his wrinkled face vigorously with both hands.

Interestingly, although his face had wrinkles, it was still softer than the faces of the homeless people outside.

Sufficient nutrition every day kept his physical condition much better than ordinary people, but that didn't make him any better than ordinary people when facing troubles.

He couldn't even curse out loud himself. He wanted to pick up his coffee and take a sip to moisten his throat, but the moment he picked up the coffee, his trembling hand caused it to spill, wetting and scalding his leg, and he finally burst into curses!

He slammed the coffee cup on the ground, using every vicious word he could think of on that damned coffee cup!

It was as if... its existence was the biggest mistake in the world!

The butler had been standing guard outside the door. "Sir, do you need me to come in?"

His words calmed Mr. Huff down. Mr. Huff flicked his hair, allowing the messy strands to stick back to his scalp, and then smoothed it down with his hand. "No, thank you, the coffee cup fell on the ground."

He still explained it, then looked at his trembling right hand. After the anger in his heart subsided, only fear remained.

This was a very interesting thing.

When people think they are mentally prepared to face disaster, they are actually not prepared most of the time!

Just like what he was facing at this moment, his hand was trembling because of fear!

With a trembling hand, he lit another cigarette for himself, picked up the phone, and dialed Mr. Charles' number.

The phone was answered quickly. Before the other side could speak, he asked loudly, "Have you seen the news this morning?"

Mr. Charles took about two or three seconds to realize who was on the other end of the phone, then nodded. "Yes, I saw it. It's about your scandals."

He didn't ask nonsense like "Did you really do these things?" because he knew that Mr. Huff had not only done them, but had done them far more often than what had been exposed.

After all, Goldenport City didn't just have one Red High Heels. Even now, there were still people engaged in the human trafficking business.

Human trafficking wasn't just about selling people from one region to another like commodities. That was just the lowest level of human trafficking.

It also included, but was not limited to, capturing and training various slaves, providing disposable emotional outlets for some wealthy people, and providing unscheduled human experimental samples for medical groups in private...

There were too many types and scopes in this. Ordinary people couldn't come into contact with it, but people with money and power could definitely come into contact with it.

For the federal upper class, it was like... a hobby.

Even if you didn't like it, there would be people who liked it and would bring you into it, allowing you to discover the fun in it.

These scandals, if not exposed, were tacit secrets that everyone knew, but once exposed, they were a huge trouble.

Mr. Huff called at this time, and Mr. Charles didn't know how to respond.

Neither of them knew what to say, and the phone remained eerily silent.

After about... a minute or so, Mr. Huff asked, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Mr. Charles sighed softly. "I would like to tell you that this is just a small trouble, but as you know, we can't do that."

He paused. "There are only two things you need to do now. First, finish executing our previous plan as soon as possible, and kill Lance as soon as possible."

"Second, after arranging everything, leave Goldenport City immediately. I'm afraid it will be too late if you leave too late!"

"Go directly to Menton, or even directly to New Gold City, and find people who have a good relationship with you, people who can protect you."

"Then confess your guilt, take the blame and resign, and actively make compensation..."

Mr. Huff interrupted Mr. Charles directly. "Then my whole life will be over!"

His voice was squeezed out of his throat, through the gaps in his teeth. Although Mr. Charles couldn't see his appearance at this time, he could imagine his gritted teeth and some white foam produced by his agitation at the corners of his mouth.

Mr. Charles frowned. "What you should be considering now is how to protect yourself, not your job."

"You still have stocks and dividends from the foundation. If you lose your political things, at least you still have money."

"For the sake of your life and money, I hope you can calm down quickly and then do as I say!"

Next was another brief silence. Mr. Huff was panting heavily, like an injured beast!

After a while, the sound of heavy breathing in the receiver disappeared. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "I understand."

Mr. Charles was very satisfied and said, "Yes," and at the same time comforted him, "After this matter is settled, we will find a way to remove these labels for you, and you will still be your opinion leader then."

"But the premise is that we can get through this crisis safely, understand?"

Mr. Huff gradually calmed down. "I understand."

"Also!" Mr. Charles said after a while, "If you are caught..."

Mr. Huff gritted his teeth. "I won't confess anything."

"Very good, do as I say as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Charles looked at his bodyguards. "How long have you been following me?"

One of them, who was the captain of the bodyguard team, said, "It's been almost thirty years, sir."

"Thirty years!" Mr. Charles repeated, followed by a sigh. "How many thirty years can a person have in their life? I didn't expect we've already had thirty years..."

His tone was full of helplessness and emotion at the long time. After being depressed for a while, he looked at these people again. "You know Mr. Huff. He may be in trouble. I'm worried that if he doesn't listen, or if he's unlucky and can't leave Goldenport City smoothly, he will be caught by William's people."

"So... you guys can arrange it."

"Is there anyone willing to go? Regardless of success or failure, 200,000 in cash, and as long as I don't fall, I will treat his family like my own, giving them the best of everything."

"Wealth, status, everything!"

It wasn't that he knew Mr. Huff very well, but simply that he understood "people."

Mr. Charles had heard of some terrifying methods of interrogation. Even those military intelligence personnel who had received professional training couldn't withstand the interrogation and confessed everything they knew.

Mr. Huff, why could he withstand the interrogation and not confess?

Once he was caught, and then measures were taken, it wouldn't take long for him to say what should and shouldn't be said.

So, making sure they didn't catch the living Mr. Huff was very important.

The situation of the other two was slightly better. They couldn't be counted as core members, and they knew limited things, but Mr. Huff couldn't.

As long as he was caught, he couldn't let him reveal the things he knew. He had to die!

After arranging these things, Mr. Charles tidied up his appearance again and came to the living room.

The guy sitting there immediately stood up. Mr. Charles's face was full of a gentle smile. "Mr. Hope, I've learned about some of your views, and I must say they are shocking!"

"Your love for your nation, family, and friends makes me, and even many federal people, feel ashamed!"

"I admit that the Federation does have many problems now. People don't pay enough attention to refugees, and they abuse refugees' cheap labor to make them do dangerous things. We urgently need to use some force to reverse all of this."

"But this is not something that I alone, or you alone, can easily do. This requires many people, even bloodshed and sacrifice!"

"For the future of the refugee community, Mr. Hope, do you have the courage to face these?"

Mr. Hope's eyes were shining. Anyway, bloodshed and sacrifice weren't his blood or his sacrifice. What didn't he dare to face?

Although that's what he said, politics is an open performance class.

He became excited immediately. "I thank you for your generosity and kindness on behalf of millions of refugees, Mr. Charles. The people of New Port will remember your kindness..."

It was easy to defeat Mayor Williams, but what Mr. Charles wanted was to completely defeat him, not giving him a chance to plan for the future.

If a vicious large-scale group conflict occurred in Goldenport City, and a large group of people were killed or injured, and many of them were refugees.

In order to appease the emotions of its allies and also give the domestic people an explanation, would the federal government directly impeach Mayor Williams and let him step down early, and then beat him to death with one stick?

Very likely!

Even if the federal government didn't plan to beat him to death with one stick, Mr. Charles and his group wouldn't let him live!

The Hope in front of him was just a clown in his eyes, but as long as he was used well, he could also become the sharpest dagger stabbing into Mayor Williams' heart!

The person who was shaken by this incident was definitely not just the person involved. Mayor Williams also took a cold breath when he saw this newspaper in the morning.

He knew about these notebooks, and he knew what was in them. He almost forgot about this matter before this moment!

He immediately picked up the phone and dialed Chief Blue's office number. Chief Blue didn't dare to go home to sleep now, fearing that if the mayor called at any time and he didn't answer immediately, he would eventually be replaced.

Fortunately, there was a lounge in the office where he could rest. This could also be considered his territory, and temporarily living here gave him a strong sense of security.

The call was quickly answered, and he didn't even dare to sit down in the chair. He held the receiver with both hands and carefully placed it next to his ear. "This is the Director's office, I am Blue."

"Have you seen the news today?"

"With such a big thing happening, you can still sit still?"

"I think you don't want to do this job anymore!"

Mayor Williams' opening remarks left Director Blue completely dumbfounded. What the hell was going on?