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Chapter 914: Chapter 799: How Could the Word ’Chaos’ Be Enough (Subscribe Please!)
Waite still wanted an explanation from him.
Immediately.
Moi dialed the number of Kannons, the head of the Congo Gold TV Station.
"Kannons, what’s with the news today? Why are you screwing me over? Who told you to do this?" Moi roared as soon as he got on the phone. He couldn’t question the Supreme Court, and others might not care about his inquiries.
But Kannons was his direct subordinate.
He spoke without any courtesy.
On the other end, Kannons’s voice was a bit panicked, "President Moi, what’s the matter? We did everything according to your instructions—there were no mishaps."
Upon hearing this.
Moi almost choked on his own blood.
Damn it.
Are they trying to push me to my grave?
If this isn’t a mishap, then what is?
"Kannons, make yourself clear. When did I ask you to report on Waite’s news? When have I allowed you to spout such nonsense?" Moi said, furious.
"Didn’t you send someone with a file right after Congress wrapped up this afternoon and then call to instruct me to cover it comprehensively? I just did as you ordered," Kannons pleaded his innocence on the phone.
And Moi wished he could cry out that he was the real victim here.
"I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I certainly didn’t make that call," Moi stated coldly.
Kannons hastily replied, "I have the call log here—it’s definitely your office’s landline number. There can be no mistake, and it was unmistakably your voice. I’ve always been utterly loyal to you. You said ’go ahead’ so I did."
"..."
Moi was stunned.
Those words.
Were obviously nonsense.
But Kannons was speaking as though he was telling the truth, which made Moi consider the layers to this matter. Kannons’s words couldn’t be true, that was a fact, because Moi didn’t do those things. But what if someone had forged an imperial edict?
Kannons was his man, that was true.
He had always been a staunch supporter.
But it wasn’t impossible for him to have been turned by someone else.
"Hiss..."
Moi sucked in a breath of cold air.
Whether Kannons had been tricked or had already been turned and was putting on an act with him, this mess was pinned on him for sure, as the concerned party insisted it was his doing. What evidence did he have to explain himself to Waite?
Would Waite believe him?
No, that’s not right.
He could still check the call records and the timing to see if anyone had been to his office at that time and made calls, or who might have been in his office. With this thought, Moi felt like he had grasped the last hope of proving his innocence.
"What time did you say I called you?" Moi asked.
Kannons quickly reported a time.
Moi hung up the phone.
He called the technical department of the Presidential House.
He asked them to thoroughly check who had entered his office during that time. But after reviewing the surveillance, it showed that during that period, it was indeed his own office, and his phone did make a call to Kannons.
The call duration and timestamp were precise.
Now Moi was dumbfounded.
Was he sleepwalking?
Nonsense.
Someone was definitely framing him.
"Is it possible that someone used my phone number to make the call from another phone?" Moi said to the people in the technical department—since he hadn’t made the call, but the data was accurate, it meant someone had tampered with the data.
And the answer from the technical department was affirmative.
Communication.
There is no absolute secrecy.
Especially when all their communications used foreign company equipment, their own country could hardly claim to possess any real communication technology. The President’s Office used civilian communication devices, which could be manipulated to make calls impersonating him, while leaving records here.
Apart from their technical department.
It could only be the Communication Company.
Moi had a splitting headache.
This conclusion was no different from having none at all.
The tech guys would definitely take precautions; how to investigate was the issue, and if someone had infiltrated the Presidential Palace’s communication network while Kannons was also turned against him, Moi felt like his head was about to explode.
This hot potato.
Could he really be the one to take the fall?
At this moment.
His phone rang again.
Taking a deep breath, he answered the call, his voice low, "Waite, no matter what you think, I absolutely had no knowledge of Kannons doing this. I just checked, and someone used technical means to fake my number and voice to call Kannons—I was oblivious."
"Oh? Is that so?" Waite responded with a cold laugh.
Just a single claim of ignorance to clear himself, as if he would believe that. He thought it might be Moi’s strategy, just like the last time Moi called to profess ignorance.
Waite guessed that Moi had concluded that he was the one plotting.
And then took such retaliatory measures, ending with a staunch denial. This was the usual tactic of their kind— bald-faced lies, nothing but a low-level skill, and Waite was not about to be fooled.
Upon detecting the smell of gunpowder in the conversation, Moi knew the situation was bad and quickly explained, "Waite, I swear, I really didn’t know, and it wasn’t my order. Don’t act rashly; otherwise, the real mastermind behind this might just win."
"You’re saying someone wants to incite conflict between us?" Waite suddenly interjected.
Moi hurriedly nodded, "Yes, that’s what I think. It’s very likely that someone wants us to fight to the death and become the ultimate winner. Maybe we have a common enemy, we both need to calm down."
Waite fell silent after hearing this.
Just as Moi thought he was persuading Waite.
Waite suddenly erupted in anger, "Moi, do you think I’m so easily deceived? What mastermind behind the scenes, I think the mastermind is you yourself, arresting your own son to protect him.
I heard he’s gotten into some big trouble, that the world’s third-ranked Assassin Organization has accepted the task to assassinate him, and you’ve had him arrested to save him.
As for the parliamentary bill, you released it yourself too, with the aim of re-initiating the project to cover for the normal ones, to curry favor with those in the Supreme Court, to have them protect your son.
And today’s incident, you think I don’t know? You want to take this chance to disqualify me, so Fage can step in and protect your interests. Do you really think I’m oblivious?"
This scolding from Waite.
Left Moi even more confused.
What is all this?
I don’t even know about these matters, yet you speak as if you have conclusive evidence. None of it’s true, but Waite seems so certain. Moi had no idea where to even begin explaining.
"Wait a second, Waite, you can’t fall for the enemy’s trick," Moi said, his head aching now. These accusations were being hurled at him one after another; he was nearly drowning in them.
"You think I’m going to give you more time to prepare? Dream on," Waite roared.
With that.
Waite abruptly hung up the phone.
Listening to the busy tone.
Moi was stunned.
Was this an unexpected escalation into conflict?
How did things get to this point?
What was Waite about to do?
At this moment, Moi’s mind was a complete mess.
...
On the other side.
After hanging up the phone, Waite.
Lay back in his office chair.
His eyes closed, he was exhausted in both body and mind.
His thoughts were also a complete mess.
The mutual suspicions, the deceptiveness of human nature, made it impossible for people like them to accurately judge a situation like this because nobody knew what the other was thinking, whether it was a ruse, or whether it was a lie meant to deceive him.
In such circumstances.
It was like a dark forest.
Unable to see the face of your opponent, the only thing you could do was to strike first; because any hesitation, any mistakes, would lead to a total loss. Just one such failure would send him plunging into the abyss.
Waite had also realized that things were strange.
But now, he could no longer remain detached from the situation.
If others were indeed involved, pulling the strings from behind the scenes, he had no choice but to follow their plan for the time being, and then look for ways to break the game later. Otherwise, if they changed their strategy, it would be a new situation to adapt to.
