They then went to the office on the fourth floor.
Sitting in Lance's chair, they chatted idly for a while when someone suddenly made a proposal, "Eric, you fire that Lance, and I'll arrange for someone to take his place. You just pay him his salary, and that way you can save some money and feel more at ease."
"After all, we're all our own people."
Eric didn't even hesitate for a moment before agreeing, "No problem!"
He was already fantasizing about things like "the Eric family"; he was just a bastard child and wouldn't inherit his uncle's "political legacy." So, from the beginning, he had no expectation of becoming a great politician.
Meanwhile, more than a dozen cars were speeding along the roads. Had it not been for their license plates informing the traffic police whose fleet it was, they might have been stopped more than once.
Everyone in the cars was expressionless, carrying clubs and a few also had handguns.
