"Prime Minister, why bother testing me? Could the information you've received possibly be false? If it is, I can only say that your intelligence system is... laughably incompetent."
Kang Chen's words were blunt and merciless. The Prime Minister coughed twice, trying to mask his embarrassment: "Cough, cough... I was merely... lamenting the calamities of heaven and mankind, the unpredictability of the world. It's just surprising and unexpected, that's all."
Anyone with half a brain could see that the UC King's illness was suspicious—falling ill neither sooner nor later, but right at this critical juncture. Isn't that too much of a coincidence?
The Prime Minister harbored deep suspicions in his heart, wondering whether Kang Chen had a hand in this matter.
