Yin Country's President Mansion, President's Office.
The luxurious office was brightly lit, yet it exuded a murderous atmosphere. The President, with a cold face, sat on the sofa, surrounded by a group of senior officials and aides, all of whom were trusted confidants and actual power holders of the country. The President, with a gloomy expression, looked at everyone, a nameless feeling of humiliation surging up. The campus explosion event was beginning to ferment, with international pressure, domestic pressure, and party impeachment—various troubles pouring in one after another, making it difficult to handle.
"Gentlemen, you all know the situation. Let's talk about it," the President forced himself to calm down and said.
