977: Chapter 89: The Feast of the Wolves 5 – Black Satan, Enters the Fray_2 977: Chapter 89: The Feast of the Wolves 5 – Black Satan, Enters the Fray_2 Niusen is the central figure of the California Clique, Temir cos from the elite California Elephant Party under the Establishnt Faction, and the Great Commander represents Arica’s most formidable political force, the MAGA faction.
BEC coin boasts the largest ICO scale ever in the cryptocurrency space, and Niusen personally endorsed it—Yusuf, the deputy director of NITA who personally visited San Rodolfo to supervise operations, is allegedly Niusen’s man.
Temir’s New Era holds shares in BEC, and has even invested in the trading platforms behind it.
Will promoted the LCE cryptocurrency trading platform within certain circles of California’s elites.
“Mr.
Gasetti?
Mr.
Gasetti?”
Sheriff Lake noticed the mayor’s dazed look and called out nervously.
For so inexplicable reason, the sheriff’s voice was low, as if afraid of being overheard.
“Oh, Lake, accompany to et soone.
How did you acquire this testimony?”
Lake said, uneasy.
“Uh, legal thods—completely legal.
Who are we eting?”
The mayor nodded at those greeting him while pressing the elevator button to go downstairs.
His secretary ran toward him, seemingly trying to catch up with the mayor’s pace, but was stopped by the mayor’s outstretched hand.
Not having ti to dwell on the secretary’s distress, Gasetti lowered his voice and forced out a few words.
“The 44th Great Commander of the United States, Barack Lucian.”
Though a few others were originally waiting for the elevator, being re working-class individuals, they naturally did not contest the big boss for the ride.
Thus, only Lake and Gasetti ended up squeezed into the elevator.
“The forr Great Commander?”
Lake exclaid softly, surprised.
“Hmph, who told you to get into such a big ss, Lake?
Don’t make that face—I’m joking.”
Gasetti had a sense of humor; even under these circumstances, he still had the mood to crack jokes.
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The retirent of Arica’s Great Commander does not imply the loss of their power.
A sobering reality is that no matter how long they’ve been out of office, as long as they are alive, their loyal followers will remain in the political realm.
Factions are never born out of nothing.
Whenever these forr leaders of the Empire ascend to their position, new factions will erge around them, often persisting for years.
But these factions don’t necessarily have strict definitions or clear boundaries; more often, they are extrely murky.
Gasetti’s relationship with the 44th Great Commander was decent.
For one, after retiring, the Great Commander purchased property in San Rodolfo and frequently vacationed there, prompting Gasetti to pay nurous visits to show his respect.
On the other hand, Gasetti ca from the intelligence system—aligning him with Lucian’s political influence.
Thus, Gasetti represented the inheritor of factional political influence within San Rodolfo’s local circles, albeit with sowhat of a lapdog reputation under the forr Great Commander.
Of course, the mayor hadn’t the slightest aversion to the nurous labels attached to him.
So what if he beca a Disciple of Black Satan?
Countless people would beg for such an honor yet fail to find a pathway!
Getting into the car with Gasetti, Lake uneasily asked.
“If it truly is soone from Freemasonry, what should we do?”
The mayor shot him a look of disdain.
“It’s impossible.
This testimony is obviously fabricated.
I just want to use this matter to consult Mr.
Barack on what to do.
The Great Commander wants to investigate BEC—we can’t assist him in the investigation, but we also can’t shelter BEC while ignoring the facts.
What a headache.”
It felt as though Lake’s mind had beco a fernting swamp; his entire being was dizzy.
Sothing didn’t seem quite right, but he couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong.
“Gasetti, don’t tell you’ve set your eyes on my stash of liquor.”
Barack welcod the arrival of San Rodolfo’s mayor warmly.
Mr.
Barack was only ten years older than Gasetti, yet as Black Satan, he always labeled himself as ‘youthful’ and was passionately invested in maintaining his appearance.
Hence, when the two stood side by side, Gasetti shockingly looked older than the retired Great Commander.
“Haha.
I ca for a gathering the other day; today, I’ve co seeking your help, Mr.
Barack.
May we talk inside?”
Black Satan’s eyes narrowed as he chuckled, patting Lake on the shoulder before leading the two into his office.
Sitting back in the chair behind his desk, the first thing Barack did was activate a button hidden beneath the table.
Now, no one could record audio.
Then, with a slight smile and calm gaze, he began to speak.
“Sit first.
Sit down and speak slowly.”
You thought of when you encountered trouble—I’m pleased to hear that.
But whether I can help is another matter entirely.
After all, Gasetti wasn’t one of Barack’s die-hard loyalists, nor was he even a peripheral supporter.
The only bond between the two was their shared background in Arica’s intelligence system.
However, Barack’s connection was biological, while Gasetti’s was professional.
“Mr.
Barack, recently…”
Outside of this setting, Lake was a prominent LAPD sheriff, a lofty official above the masses.
But in Barack’s ho, he transford into a quiet little lamb, attentively listening as Gasetti outlined the myriad upheavals surrounding BEC.
“…You can take a look at this testimony.”
Black Satan took the docunt, silently reviewing it.
Cold sweat began to form on Lake’s forehead; this wasn’t because the testimony had been illicitly removed from the police departnt.
Forget a single testimony—even the most classified docunts were fair ga when necessary.
It didn’t matter whether they were stored in garages or restrooms—Arican politics had its own unique context.
“Freemasonry…
hahaha, interesting.”
Barack tossed the docunt onto the desk, clasped his hands in front of him, and gazed at Gasetti.
“So, what do you seek assistance with?”
The Great Commander, California Clique, California Elephant Party, cryptocurrency, mysterious crashes—Gasetti told him a labyrinthine tale.
But all Barack registered was: “This is a tough problem.”
No matter the approach, it was the kind of tough problem that couldn’t be easily resolved.
Although he accomplished nothing beneficial for the country during his tenure, Black Satan at least retained part of the highest powers of Arica.
With his simple inquiries, he exerted trendous pressure on Gasetti.
“Mr.
Barack, does Freemasonry truly exist?”
Lake was equally curious.
They were already high-ranking officials in Arica and had yet to encounter such a secretive organization.
Could it be that they weren’t high-ranking enough?
“Of course it exists.
It’s just a fraternity, nothing particularly special—perhaps its uniqueness lies mostly in conspiracy theorists’ tales.
At least, during my eight-year term, I never encountered anyone from this organization.”
Barack explained with a smile as he picked up the docunt again.
“As for this testimony, I suspect the officer resorted to special thods to pressure the individual into rambling nonsense, turning to organizations that exist only within the realm of conspiracy theories.”
Upon hearing this, Gasetti let out a self-deprecating sigh of relief, allowing the tension in his heart to dissipate.
No one is a god above themselves.
Though he held a lofty position, he feared being unwelco at the table too.
Now, that fear could be set aside.
“What is your perspective on the matter regarding BEC?”
Barack said helplessly.
“Gasetti, to be honest, I haven’t paid much attention to it—just aware that it exists.”
As he spoke, Barack pulled out his phone and searched for BEC on Google.
Farrs might imagine that emperors must plow fields with gold hoes and eat only stead white buns.
But the truth was that Barack was the first Great Commander of Arica to capitalize on social dia for election campaigns and was quite adept at using the internet.
Thus, not only did he regularly use Google, but he also actively engaged across other major social platforms—and was highly active.
“However, it seems it recently experienced a surge—quite contrary to what you’ve described.”
The sharp green line on the chart showed a near doubling from its low point, making Black Satan’s eyes sparkle as he gazed at the screen.
This was Cheng’s gesture of sincerity to Niusen, but simultaneously, it was Cheng’s affirmation of BEC’s market credibility—proven through sheer monetary investnt.
Gasetti, startled, quickly pulled out his own phone to verify the situation.
Black Satan chuckled, his gaze filled with contemplation.
He looked toward Lake and stated.
“You leave first—I need to discuss so matters with Mr.
Mayor.”
Lake didn’t feel humiliated; he promptly stood up, paused briefly, and left Black Satan’s office.
During that brief mont of pause, Sheriff Lake actually contemplated leveraging the opportunity to pledge his loyalty to Black Satan.
But Gasetti, his benefactor, was seated right beside him.
And so, he abandoned the chance.
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