A heavy silence settled over the room after Evan's last words.
No one dared to move, much less speak. But then, breaking through the suffocating tension, a voice rose.
"I don't object," Prime Minister Zhao said, raising his hand. "But I have a question."
All eyes turned to him. Some leaders secretly applauded in their minds, impressed by his courage. Others, however, stared at him with wide eyes, wondering if he had lost his mind.
However, some others couldn't help but think.
'Does this guy not fear death?'
Evan, who had been watching the room carefully, leaned forward slightly. "Yeah? What is it?"
Zhao took a deep breath. "Who is eligible to run for the presidency?"
Evan's lips curled into a slight smile. "The Presidents of the regions will be eligible to run for the Federation Presidency—under certain terms and conditions."