Chapter 1096: Internal Strife

"I disagree, because Mr. Ming is still alive," Amin said in a deep voice.

"You disagree? What kind of thing are you?" General Xing glanced at Amin coldly and said, "You are merely the person in charge of the Cabinet Guard, your task is to be responsible for security. Do you have the qualifications to participate in the important sessions of the National Congress?"

"Amin, you have been lurking in the Director Mansion for over ten years and have made many contributions for us, and my brother also trusts you very much," Yingshao said, "but there are some matters you cannot interfere in, and furthermore, you have no way to change anything."

"A secret telegram from Mr. Ming." Amin suddenly took out a document: "This is a secret telegram from Mr. Ming before the incident. If he is in any danger, the National Congress shall hold a Head of State election ceremony, and there shall be no succession by order of priority."

"What did you say?" Yingshao's expression changed, and the group of people behind him also changed color.

The group looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy.

According to the rules of the National Congress, when a former leader has an unexpected accident, the successor by order of priority is responsible for all national affairs, but if the former leader retires normally, a suitable leader is selected through a National Congress election.

The group of people present now, including that old man, were all members of the National Congress, and they were all qualified to run.

Originally they supported Yingshao, but if this secret order really existed, then they would have a complete opportunity to replace Yingshao. Since that was the case, wouldn't it be better for them to be the emperor themselves? Why should they still support Yingshao?

Yingshao snatched the secret order and scanned it a few times in his hand; just those few glances made his expression change drastically.

The veins on his forehead bulged, clearly showing he was extremely angry. Suddenly, he tore the secret order in his hand into pieces, threw them on the ground, and roared: "Fake, this is fake! He is my brother, why not let me succeed by order of priority? Why?"

"It is useless for you to tear it up. The moment I brought out the secret order, it already took effect. Now everyone will receive the relevant email, which has the same validity," Amin said coldly.

"Yingshao, this is Mr. Ming's intention, do not act recklessly," General Xing spoke up first.

"We had an agreement," Yingshao stared angrily at General Xing. Was this bastard going back on his word?

"I didn't know Mr. Ming had this decision before, but now I know, and it is not too late," General Xing smiled. "I think a vote is more democratic. Mr. Daoer is more suitable than you."

Daoer was that old man; he was the helmsman of the number one financial conglomerate family within S Jing. If there was a contest, he certainly had the qualifications to contest.

"That is not necessarily true, I think someone from the Jade clan is more qualified..." Someone immediately came out to refute.

Suddenly, the group that had just been united was now divided into three camps, and people from various factions had already begun to move. The small hospital was filled with a thick scent of gunpowder.

The groups looked at their opponents with anger, sparks faintly bursting from their eyes. None of them would submit to the others; a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

"Hehehe, you trash, all of you are trash." Yingshao laughed; he laughed wildly.

"Who are you calling trash, Yingshao? If it weren't for Mr. Ming, would you have your status today?"

"Right, what are you? Mr. Ming's coma has a lot to do with you, doesn't it?"

All three groups were enraged. They stared hatefully at Yingshao. With their status and position, who dared to curse them like this?

"Mr. Ming hasn't died yet, and you are already anxiously waiting for dogs to bite dogs?" Yingshao laughed somewhat morbidly: "If you want to seize power, you have to wait until he is dead, right?"

"Haha, this brother of mine is truly a master of playing with power. A tiny secret order is enough to disintegrate my alliance and plunge several sides into a chaotic battle. When the time comes, he can sit back and reap the rewards?" Yingshao laughed loudly.

"What did you say?" The groups looked at each other in dismay. They suddenly felt that things did not seem that simple.

"Yingshao, you are indeed still clear-headed." Just at this moment, Mr. Ming on the hospital bed gave a slight sigh, and he actually sat up just like that.

He pulled out the nutrient solution hanging on his body, then stepped over.

The group was instantly silenced. They retreated a few steps in fear; only then did they realize they had fallen into a trap.

"You wanted to make several factions kill each other and then sit back and reap the rewards, right?" Yingshao sneered: "Although most of the dissent within S Country has been eradicated by you, there are a few you cannot touch."

"So you pretended to be in a coma, then issued a secret order to let several sides seize power, is that right?"

"Correct, that is what I planned. After you killed each other, I would wake up, then seize all power. From then on, S Country would implement a centralized system, and there would never be any discordant voices again for anything I want to do."

Mr. Ming sighed slightly and said: "But I did not expect that I would end up failing at your hands."

"Yingshao, you are also the person I trust most, and I also know you should have been able to see through my plan," Mr. Ming said: "If you hadn't pointed it out, I would have already succeeded."

"I wanted to point it out to you, I wanted to expose you," Yingshao roared viciously: "Why should you be high above, holding all the power? Why? From childhood to adulthood, you were always the one making the plans and decisions, while I was always kept in the dark, acting as your pawn."

"I have had enough, so I want to resist you. Even if I know this is your plan, I still want to resist you," Yingshao roared hysterically: "I want to perish together with you."

"Do you still remember our shared wish?" Mr. Ming looked at him, tears streaming down his face blankly.

"We originally had a happy family, with a father and mother, and a brother. Although we were poor, we were very happy," Mr. Ming murmured: "Because of the turmoil, because of the poppies in the fields, because of those vampires who treated the people like livestock, Father, Mother, and Brother died tragically."

"That night, I held Father, who had lost half his head, and cried all night," Mr. Ming stood up: "Then I buried my family and took you everywhere to make a living."

"That year, I was twelve, and you were eight."

"We worked as child laborers, picked food from trash heaps. At our most difficult time, a kind aunt helped us, but in the end, this aunt also died tragically in the crossfire of local gangs."

"From then on, we had a shared wish and ambition, which was to change this country, to change the turbulent situation here, to let those displaced have a place to stay, to let the people no longer suffer from the misery of war. Have you forgotten the vows we made together?"

Yingshao remained silent. He closed his eyes, and the days of depending on his brother for survival surfaced in his mind once again.