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2 | The Dirt Behind The Banquet

Let's go back to three hours ago.

This day is the centenary celebration of "Family", Rhea's largest real estate provider. In the evening they held a grand banquet and invited a large number of celebrities, elites and high-ranking officials.

Family secretly supports several politicians, and among them was someone Tazito wanted to make friends with, so he naturally accepted this invitation. After all, it's impossible to handle such large-scale arms smuggling these days without the support of several high-ranking officials. And Tazito deeply believes in one principle- all "human beings" can be courted over with money, it's just a matter of figuring out the price tag.

Tazito met the congressman as he wished at the banquet. At that time, they were chatting happily. Then the lights in the hall dimmed, and the stage slowly descended from the center. It was a mid-table performance used by the organizer to add some fun. On this stage stood a beautiful girl holding a guitar. The girl sang a folk song, extremely pure and touching. Tazito held his chin up and watched her with interest. As she came off the stage, he greeted everyone around him and everyone was understanding- she was so pretty after all. He took a glass of wine and walked over to her.

At the time, he thought it was going to be another ordinary affair, but later he realized that it was the shadow of a fucking disaster.

Tazito was pleasing the girl- her name was Monica- with a charming smile. He said something and Monica giggled. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Tazito. He might be funny and rich, but what was irresistible at that moment was the seductive aura he exuded, as dangerous as poison.

Tazito was wearing a sober black dress suit that day. Under the open jacket, a waistcoat with a low opening closed in on his waist just right, the thin shirt material outlined his chest muscles in very eye-catching way- not everyone with money has the time to stay in shape, and not everyone can. If you're rich enough, you can regularly go to other planets to bask in the sun and keep your skin a charming honey color. Plastic surgery's easy these days, but a narrow waist and broad shoulders still fascinates everyone; sex and charm.

The distance between them shortened some more, breaking the safe distance between strangers. If nothing else happens, he'll be sleeping with this girl tonight.

While Tazito was enjoying himself, the hall lit up again. Someone knocked on a wine glass, causing the entire banquet to fall silent. The enthusiastic female host explained that they had the honor of inviting over a distinguished guest tonight, and now they would ask him to speak a few words.

When the "distinguished guest" came on stage, Tazito recognized him. 11, and everyone here knows him. He has no name, just a number, and is the pending owner of this planet. Pending because he's currently competing with another member of his species, 7, for the position.

From appearance to dress, Mr. 11 looks exactly like the annoying successful politician. He's handsome, charismatic, and ambitious. Like every breath of air he has breathed since he was a child was exclusively for the elite class. With just the right amount of seriousness, he spoke to everyone about his political ideals.

Tazito wasn't interested in him, but what made him even more bored was that the girl next to him was listening carefully and intently watching the speaker on stage.

To talk about what's outstanding about Mr. 11, first of all, he had to admit that he seems sincere. Although politicians are good at acting, his eyes are clear and upright, and he's concerned about the country and the people; one step away from pretending to be compassionate for every living thing under the sun. Of course, this didn't convince Tazito, who firmly believed that no naive person would be able to survive politics, the kind of person was left to do whatever he wanted to do in his hometown at the first election.