"Drug trafficking is so hated by people, public opinion is completely one-sided, and those politicians will just hurriedly distance themselves from it.
There are many people watching their position, and once someone makes a mistake, they will be replaced immediately."
Holding her waist, Ren whispered in Kesha's ear.
The power structure of this world is a bit special. Just because an extraordinary person is good at fighting does not mean that he is good at management and governance.
Therefore, many civil servants, administrative talents, management talents, etc. are generally not very strong in themselves, but they are often related to some people.
For example, in a noble family, the head of the family may not necessarily be the strongest or have the greatest power, but he must be good at running and managing the family.
Powerful extraordinary beings are often the foundation and support of a family or a force. They actually have greater power, but they may not necessarily directly manage the family.
Because great power belongs to oneself, extraordinary people are not afraid of being ostracized by their clansmen even if they are not the head of the family.
By analogy, this relationship is like that between the chairman and a professional manager.
Renn handed over the management of Thorn Security Company to Sigg and Jenny. As long as he was strong enough, he didn't have to worry about being turned over.
Kesha didn't answer, she just moved her body and leaned lazily in his arms, feeling the sound of his heart beating.
Gradually, she fell asleep. In her sleep, she was very beautiful, with a peaceful smile on her lips. Ren stared at her beautiful face so close at hand and couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.
Soon, after attending the Dawn Club activities in two days, he will take her on a trip together and become her man in the way of the Nokman Empire.
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The world does not revolve around anyone. Something was handled in a low-key manner, but now, it is finally noticed by others.
"In fact, history is never just history, history is a vivid reality that once existed. It is the coordinate of the past and can also guide the direction of the future.
The reason why we read about the past is not because we like to think about dead things, but because people in the past were as excited, depressed, sad, and happy as we are... because they have a fate-connected relationship with us."
In a quiet garden in the Belfort District of Bu Shen City, a young man with silver hair stood under a flower stand covered with wisteria, holding a book and reading aloud.
The sun shone on his flowing silver hair, making his handsome and handsome face look a bit unreal.
"Lord Alves, it has been confirmed that Duke Frank and Marquis Clow have returned to the embrace of the Mother of Darkness."
Marquis Gary, wearing a black tuxedo, hurriedly walked into the garden, bowed slightly to the silver-haired young man, and spoke quickly.
Alves frowned, closed the book in his hand, pondered for a while and said: "In other words, they failed to pass the news to Prince Milo."
"Perhaps it may have been leaked. We must take action." Marquis Gary said with a serious expression and meticulously.
"Do you know the cause of their death?" Alves asked.
Marquis Gary frowned, lowered his head and said somewhat remorsefully: "My subordinate is incompetent and didn't get any useful information. Do I need to send someone there again?"
He didn't understand how Clow could die quietly with his illusion ability and Frank's strength.
"No need, I got a summons and the plan has been changed." Alves shook his head and put down the book.
He didn't want to get too involved in these things, but he was in the middle of the situation and it was a troubled time, so he didn't have much choice.
"I'm going out, don't act rashly, everything will continue as usual." After giving the order, Alves walked step by step out of the garden.
Marquis Gary was startled. Just as he was about to say something, Alves had disappeared before his eyes like a phantom, leaving only a book on the stone table.
After a long silence, he picked up the book "The Afterglow of History" and Marquis Gary sighed: "The world is vast, the years are long, and we are so small.
There is no life that is not a miracle, but we are always struggling between destruction and being destroyed."
He knew that Alves had no ambitions and did not like killing. He just wanted to live a simple and ordinary life.
If he was just an ordinary Demon Lord, he might be able to live in seclusion, but as the "Prince of the Abyss", Alvis has received too much attention and expectations from the monarchs.
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On the eastern border of Falorland, this is a grassland. Due to its remote location and sparsely populated area, only some herders raise cattle and sheep here.
A not-so-wide asphalt road runs through it, as if it extends to the end of the sky, and on the horizon, the fiery red sunset glows.
Bermudagrass, zoysia, teff, etc. are green on both sides of the road, and a slender figure is walking on the grassland.
His speed was very fast, as if he merged into the breeze, and the afterimages flashed away like ghosts.
Finally, he stopped in front of an abandoned tent frame, and his long silver hair fell down.
"Nicole, long time no see." Alves's voice was magnetic, like an ancient ballad, giving people a sense of vicissitudes of life.
In front of him, stood a tall beauty with a delicate face and brown-red hair.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Crimson Grand Duke Trena Nicole looked at him and said slowly.
Her voice was like the cold rain falling in winter, exactly the same as her noble and cool temperament.
Alves shook his head slightly and said: "Nicole, I'm sorry, I'm late.
For many years, you are still dressing like an ancient Vampire woman. I suggest you change your look, which will not help you hide your identity."
Trina wore a tight black leather jacket and a pure black leather cape, and her whole body bloomed like a black rose.
The long hem of the cloak flutters in the wind, and the figure is vaguely visible, with uneven curves and curves.
She is very beautiful, reaching a height that is difficult for ordinary humans to reach, because this is not a simple advantage of appearance.
This is a kind of accumulation that has existed for thousands of years and been active for hundreds of years. It is a fatal elegance nurtured by long years.
"I'm afraid it's been too long. Otherwise, the queen won't be able to recognize me when she returns." Trina opened her red lips slightly and murmured softly.
Alves was silent. He had known Nicole many years ago and had also met the unparalleled Blood Queen.
But more than five hundred years ago, the supreme mark belonging to the Queen dimmed, and it has not been restored to its original state. We only know that she did not fall, but just disappeared, but no one knows what happened.
"Can you summon the queen to return?" Alves asked. She was once the queen's maid, maybe there is a way.