"Thank you for your generosity!"
Barack wasn't afraid of what Wolf might demand. After all, he was Black Satan—why would he fear a capitalist?
If his mind was even slightly weaker, he wouldn't have come this far.
The two exchanged a glance and burst into laughter simultaneously.
Hero facing hero—they both understood each other's intentions weren't simple, but neither of them cared!
"As for him, entering politics would require a strong and impactful campaign slogan. What's his slogan?"
Barack looked over at Fidel, who was sitting nearby, and asked.
"Mr. Barack, I used to work as a public defender. My slogan is related to this profession—opposing legal elitism, high costs, advocating equal rights under the law, and limiting judicial power."
Black Satan nodded with some surprise and followed up with another question.
"What about the prosecution agency?"
Fidel smirked slyly and responded obediently.
