After Lance left, the warehouse returned to its calm state. Under the lights, Director Dale looked at Panda with a complex expression, "I didn't expect it to be you, nor did I expect it to be him."
Panda shrugged, "Honestly, I didn't expect it myself, but it's not detrimental to us, is it?"
"Initially, I didn't think through the matter. I felt supporting one side might cost me something."
"But in reality, I haven't lost anything. On the contrary, I've gained more than before."
"Wealth, fame, the fight against crime, and whatever else."
Director Dale raised his hand to stop him from speaking further, then ran his fingers through his hair, "You don't need to convince me. I've seen far more of these than you have."
"After all, I came from the Golden State." He couldn't help but chuckle twice as he said this.
Back in the Golden State, the exchange of power and money was even more prevalent. Capitalists always surrounded politicians to easily convert their wealth into power.
