Chapter 1180: Chapter 163: If You Are Unwilling to Be Dignified, We Will Help You Be Dignified!_2

“Stop fooling around, if it were me, the first person I’d blow to bits would be that Shabi!” Nanxi cursed and ranted.

Stubborn to the point of being obstinate, she had no intention of making an initial offer.

You want old mom to obey your will?

Ha, can you even afford the price?

In fact, Nanxi’s words are quite interesting.

The Emperor’s Speaker crashing a plane to hit the Great Commander, that’s way more imaginative than any movie script.

Still the same analogy: if there were a button that, when pressed, would kill the blond old boy, Nanxi could smash it with her finger.

“Nanxi, no one said it was you, here, take a look at this news.”

Zeep King spoke softly, soothing Nanxi’s emotions.

Taking the newspaper that Zeep King handed over, Nanxi quickly scanned it and then understood everything.

“Is the Aipo ST case about to have a result?”

She glanced first at Black Satan’s wife, Mitchell, who took a deep breath unconsciously with an unnatural expression.

Then, the Emperor’s Speaker looked towards Zeep King, snorting.

“So, you’re daring enough to come press me?

Outside, you act so timid and cautious.

Inside, with me, you’re all very almighty!”

Seeing Nanxi throwing her weight around again, a flicker of mockery appeared in Dai’an’s eyes, but she said nothing.

Shabi, we’re no longer in positions of power anyway, even if the case blows up, we wouldn’t be arrested.

Meeting you here, it’s purely for America’s sake!

“Nanxi, don’t be like that, you’re making things so embarrassing, we’re here to save you!

Of course, the big picture for our Democratic Party is also important, both are important, everyone needs to unite.”

Schumer advised earnestly.

Because of the West Coast California Clique’s mess, both chambers were at a standstill, many agendas were shelved, and as the leader of the Donkey Party Establishment on the East Coast, Schumer often heard from East Coast legislators complaining.

Giving Nanxi some face and attending to her interests was about Schumer’s dignity, but worrying about matters of the faction’s legislators was more of his main job.

“It’s not worth making such a fuss over a private prison, wouldn’t you agree, Barack?”

Zeep King chimed in—however, Black Satan ignored him.

Black Satan: Up till now, I haven’t said a word, can you guess why?

Seeing her husband silent, Mitchell steered the conversation away from the private prison.

“Nanxi, we’re all old friends, I know you detest that man, but America is in crisis, we need to stand united, facing the crisis together, dealing with those plotting terrorists.”

All words about morality, but in their hearts, it’s all about interest, not one of these born-into-it folks truly values America heavily.

Schumer didn’t want his faction to be affected too long by the West Coast mess.

Dai’an and her husband were after economic interests.

Black Satan and his wife sought political interests—to maintain what they currently had without loss.

In short, none of them cared much about terrorists, nor about the private prison winds between the California Clique and the California Elephant Party.

“OK, OK, you’re forcing me, is that it?”

Nanxi waved her hand, signaling these animals to not make a sound.

“How is it forcing you? Nanxi, your thinking is quite problematic, the big picture is important, such a simple truth you should understand, right?”

Schumer adjusted the glasses on his nose, subtly expressing his stance.

Yes, dear, you guessed it right, we indeed are pressuring you.

Not relinquishing a bit of interest, coercing you into submission like this, are you going to comply or not!

“Yes, as the House Speaker of America, Nanxi, you need to have a higher political stance, don’t limit yourself to small groups and factions, strive for unity!”

Dai’an, the expert in forming small groups, spoke up, her tone full of sarcasm.

Nanxi, just accept it, we’re all leaders of major groups in the Democratic Party, the few of us have reached a consensus, you must comply—unite!

Of course, if you want democracy, we can also vote on it.

Though the result will definitely be five to one, raising hands at least can implement the whole country process.

“Nanxi, we’ve known each other for many years, got along well, I hope in the future, we can still be friends.”

Black Satan finally spoke, but even Dai’an was taken aback by his words.

Everyone looked at Black Satan in surprise, yet Black Satan remained as composed as ever.

A drum needs no heavy stroke, even a fool like Nanxi could see the situation she faced.

Ignore Dai’an, Schumer, and the others’ crap for now, Black Satan was directly threatening!

“What do you mean?”

The Emperor’s Speaker was not afraid of Black Satan’s black hand, you might have influence in the Special Intelligence System, but you can’t control the California Clique!

Old mom helped you to power, have you forgotten? (Black Satan is quite young; Nanxi is his senior)

“No matter what you’re thinking, Carl will initiate a proposal to pass all the important matters that have been shelved—all at once—I’ve already called that man.”

Carl, Black Satan’s disciple.

This Donkey Party big shot’s meaning is simple.

Giving you a chance to submit is giving you dignity.

If you don’t want dignity, we’ll help you dignify!

The investigation and accusations against the Great Commander are the sword of the Donkey Party towards him.

And the investigation into the Aipo ST case is a sword pointed by the Elephant Party at Donkey Party officials—though a bit of a double-edged sword, it wouldn’t harm the blond old boy.

But Black Satan is scared, so here he sits, playing the role of the super villain making a final decision.