"Hmm?" Clyde was a bit puzzled, "I have no intention of becoming President, I just want these people to have a place to settle."
"If you're not planning to, then why are you on the path of personal worship?" the old man retorted.
"What personal worship?" Clyde was confused.
The old man shook his head, "You can't fool me, face your heart..."
As the words fell, Clyde was stunned, his expression became dazed, murmuring, "I don't want to be President, I just want these people to live in peace and prosperity..."
The old man's expression became uncertain, scanning Clyde up and down, his face growing inexplicably.
Clyde returned to his senses, still unaware of what had happened, glanced around, and only then did he realize that fully armed soldiers had already surrounded them layer by layer.
"Stop!" Suddenly someone shouted, and a high-ranking officer with a solemn face came out from behind, "Put down your guns!"
