Before Little Bush's words had fallen, the heavy oak door of the reception room was suddenly slammed open from the outside with a loud bang!
"Bang!"
It wasn't the familiar black suits of the Special Service agents, but a dozen armed personnel in dark combat uniforms holding M4 carbines who burst in.
On their armbands was a simple family insignia—belonging to the private army of the Bush family!
In the chaos before, when the Federation allowed major families to establish their own forces to "maintain local order," the Bush family naturally didn't fall behind.
This sudden show of force caused the bankers' representatives, who had been sitting quietly, to erupt instantly. The screech of chairs on the floor resounded, with many startled into standing up, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
"What does this mean?!"
"Bush! What are you trying to do?!"
"Mr. President! Please explain this behavior immediately!"
After a brief chaos and outcry, there was even greater anger.
