"The alliance cannot be without you! You can wait, I will return safely within three days!" Ziano remembered clearly that the telegram from the king appointed Mussolini as prime minister and formed a cabinet on October 30th will be announced, so he is very confident that he will return within three days, but now he still has to pretend to be a charlatan.

"Let's go? 3 days? I warn you kid, you can't get out for three years. I guarantee you can't get out!"

In less than half an hour, Ziano appeared in Glendini's office. The other party had a gloomy face and stared at him for a long time before speaking: "Is it your father's opinion to incite students to create momentum?"

"no!"

"Does Mussolini mean?"

"Not it!"

"Is it fascisty's meaning?"

"Not even more!"

"Don't go around with me, my patience is limited." Grandini slapped the table hard, "Then, who told you to do this?"

"It's me, a passionate Italian youth, and it was instructed by 40 million Italian compatriots."

"Young man, although I have met your father several times, you'd better not challenge my authority! If you don't explain, I don't mind letting you experience the police station's torture methods for free!"

Contini shrugged as if nothing had happened: "Your Excellency must have misunderstood. No one has instructed me to do this, and few people can instruct me. This was completely done by me. So, you have found the right person... This time the police performed very well!"

Hearing this silence of sarcasm, Grandini glared viciously: "Do you know what you are talking about? With just one look in my eyes, you will be torn to pieces!"

"Of course I know what I'm doing, but I want to know what you are doing?" Contini looked at the other party without fear. "Does a person like you still know the current situation in Rome? How many days do you think Fakda's day will be left? Once Fascisti marched into Rome and the leader controls the situation, he will tear you to pieces with just a few words you just said!"

"Arrogant! A boy who is ignorant of the world, hahahaha..." Grandini laughed, "Do you know, the Prime Minister had prepared martial law two hours ago and was entering the palace to find His Majesty to sign. It will take effect tonight. Tomorrow morning, countless troops and police will tear you, fascisti, and your ridiculous leader to pieces!"

"Is that?" Contini laughed as if nothing had happened, "I dare to bet with you that this martial law order will not take effect!"

Just as Glendini taught Contini a lesson, both sides were verbally fighting and fighting, in the Quirinal Palace, a man with gray temples and a slightly fat figure wiped his cold sweat and reported to the Italian king opposite him, Emmanuel III, the nominal supreme ruler. He was Fakda, the leader of the Italian Liberal Party and the current Italian Prime Minister.

"My Majesty, I hope to get the power to declare martial law nationwide."

"Is this your opinion or the cabinet's agreement?"

"It's...our opinion."

This sentence is very vague. We sound like it represents the cabinet as a whole, but it can also refer to others. Emmanuel III said "hmm" but there was no following. He knew that the other party was lying. In fact, martial law was just the result of discussion between Fakda and his Liberal Party confidants. The idea was provided by Glendini. Even the Liberal Party did not form a consensus, let alone being accepted by the cabinet.

Fake came to the palace to seek help urgently, but the cunning Emmanuel III did not want to endorse such behavior, so he simply refused martial law orders with a high-sounding reason: At present, fascisti has gathered hundreds of thousands of people and swept through a large number of cities in the central and southern regions. If martial law is suppressed rashly, it will not only arouse their resistance but also arouse the anger of the people. Italy will face terrible riots and even civil wars...

Originally, martial law was the first step on Fakda's plan, and the use of police, military police and military suppression was the second step. Now, the first step was interrupted before it was taken. He was a little anxious and argued: "In this way, we may not be able to control the situation..."

"The cities controlled by fascisti are not in chaos at present. You should solve the tasks within the framework of the constitution and the law, rather than always martial law and suppress..." Emmanuel III said dissatisfiedly, "I hope you can use political means to adapt instead of just using tough means. Italy cannot or cannot afford a chaotic ending now."

After more than an hour of continuous discussion, the king always disagreed with signing the martial law order. Without the king's signature and the unanimous opinion of the cabinet, Fakda dared not force the order. If he did this, he would be imprisoned in the future. He did not have the courage to do so.

After returning to the Prime Minister's office, he called Glendini: telling the latter that the martial law was not passed, but the Roman police should ensure that Rome should not fall into chaos, otherwise it would be the only question.

Before receiving the call, Grandini was glaring at Contini, but after answering the call, he looked like a ghost. Contini secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this: History is indeed still following the original trajectory, and he is the right bet!
Chapter completed!