"The Holy Descendants Family..."
Song Heping chewed over the name, "Weren't they... ousted in the last power shake-up?"
"Precisely because they were ousted!"
Avanti's voice suddenly rose, full of barely contained frustration, "Those nobles who fancy themselves as the Prophet's Descendants! They are unwilling to lose control over the Revolutionary Guard and intelligence systems, unwilling to watch the 'Strong Power Faction' and 'Wealth Faction' carve up the benefits that were once within their easy reach! Once you've tasted power, losing it is the greatest torture!"
He suddenly slammed his fist into the metal gun rack beside him, making a loud clang that echoed in the spacious shooting range for a long time.
