Ji Zhou didn't even need to turn his head to know what Gu Jianlin was thinking. He sneered coldly: "What do you take the President to be? Do you think he's really some kind of Emperor? Even an Emperor cannot act recklessly. Some rules cannot be broken. Some bottom lines must be upheld. The position of the President is not merely a title—it's a responsibility and a duty."
Gu Jianlin vaguely understood something.
This senior seemed to have summed up the helplessness and sorrow of standing atop the world in just one sentence.
"Look."
Ji Zhou gazed into the distance and raised his chin slightly.
Gu Jianlin followed his gaze and saw a bronze pillar standing tall amidst endless yellow sands.
It was a massive sacrificial ground, surrounded by colossal kneeling stone statues.
