Claidine said slowly: "No need to rush, everything is still under the control of the council. Arrogance will lead to one's downfall; he's so arrogant now that he's almost standing against everyone."
"Even An Nishang can't protect him. Does he think he can swallow up all the gangs in the Upper City District all by himself?"
"Hmph."
Vazmir did not speak again, just glanced out the window, letting the council members debate. The members proposed one suggestion after another to restrict An Nishang and Yan Chong.
To strengthen the centralization of the entire council.
If Vazmir had seen the council members so united a long time ago, he would have been very happy.
But now, it's more of an unspeakable headache.
Vazmir, who had climbed from a local member of the Ninth Special Zone to become the President of the Council, undoubtedly had an extremely strong political intuition.
