People went to the court to submit reports one after another, or went to the police station to confess.

Some brought thick stacks of documents, some brought small and delicate USB drives, and a few first called reporters to their homes to film the safes filled with cash and gold bars, and then called bodyguards to carry the safes directly into the Department of Justice building.

More and more clues and evidence surfaced.

Reinis’s numerous crimes became more shocking and anger-inducing.

In addition to Danga, more than a dozen states subsequently announced the suspension of their tax obligations to the federal government, waiting to negotiate after the storm subsided.

If this continued, in less than two months, the federation would be completely paralyzed.

The parliament convened an emergency meeting once again, but the number of attending members had decreased, with most of the absentees having more or less ties to Reinis.

But this did not hinder the progress of the parliament.

According to current federal law, as long as the parliament follows the process, if a voting decision is involved, it only needs the approval of more than half of the attending members to pass the decision.

Chellensee was responsible for presiding over this meeting, and he got straight to the point.

“Now, the impeachment vote against the 23rd President of the Federation, McPherson Reinis, is being held. Please, members of parliament, consider it carefully.”

Mo Xin was the first to step up again, stuffing the ballot into the voting box.

The broken glass window from last time had been repaired, replaced with a colorful Gothic-style glass. He stood under the window, a beam of sunlight piercing through the clouds, casting a rainbow-like brilliant color on him.

After several days of rainy weather, it finally ended. He wanted to go to Camp 17 after the vote to see Liang Qiuchi.

He had been busy these past few days, realizing that they hadn’t seen each other for a week.

The more eager he was to meet, the slower time seemed to pass.

This voting process was unusually difficult, with everyone staring at their ballot papers, either lost in thought or whispering to each other.

It wasn’t until an hour later that they finally entered the vote-counting stage.

Still presided over by the Minister of Justice.

He was originally a former judge, fair and rigorous in his approach. This vote count was different from before, he was unusually serious with each ballot, scrutinizing them with his glasses for a long time before announcing the results, ensuring no mistakes.

Mo Xin flattened the cigarette butt, listening as his patience wore thin.

But the sense of nervousness in his heart grew stronger.

What if… what if it didn’t succeed? How would he face Liang Qiuchi then?

He couldn’t imagine how his brother would express dissatisfaction, nor did he have the heart to consider how he himself would continue to serve in San Lorenzo.

The only person he could think of was Liang Qiuchi.

After nearly nine years of planning, and after expending so much blood, sweat, and tears, if Liang Qiuchi still couldn’t achieve a satisfactory result, what would he do?

Mo Xin remembered the look Liang Qiuchi had when he said to him, “This is my last chance,” full of sorrow and determination, resolute and unsettling.

“This session of the parliament had 74 attendees, with 74 valid votes. 66 votes were in favor, 3 votes opposed, and 5 abstained. The voting process complies with regulations, and the results are valid. The Federal Parliament hereby passes the impeachment resolution against President McPherson Reinis.”

Mo Xin’s tightly clenched fists gradually loosened, and he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Without waiting for the parliament to adjourn, he made an excuse and left early, eagerly getting into his car and driving towards Camp 17.

Along the way, his hands trembled slightly with excitement.

He turned on the car radio, and the host of the current affairs program was discussing recent federal developments with an international situation expert. Suddenly, the host interrupted with an urgent news bulletin.

It was the news of the impeachment resolution just passed by the Federal Parliament, and McPherson Reinis was removed from the presidency, replaced by the vice president.

Reinis became the first president to be impeached and removed from office since the establishment of the federation, and also the one with the shortest tenure.

At the same time, the federation announced the establishment of a task force to reopen the investigation into the hostage incident and the case of the former Deputy Minister of Defense Liang Yi suspected of treason.

Mo Xin pounded the steering wheel heavily, and for once, he shouted out of character to the window.

There were few moments when he leaked emotions, and even then, it was only a brief excitement before he regained his composure.

His phone began to ring, and he only answered Mo Qi’s call.

“Did you hear?” Mo Qi started without much preamble.

As a parliamentarian, Mo Xin must have known the outcome of the impeachment vote firsthand.

Mo Qi felt his question was redundant after asking it.

He chuckled, his voice betraying a hint of exhaustion, “It wasn’t easy. I haven’t had a good sleep in over half a month. I feel like I’m dying.”

Mo Xin spoke gently, “You can finally get a good night’s sleep now. ge”

“How can it be so easy? There’s still a lot of work waiting for me.” Mo Qi sighed and asked him, “How about you? You sound a bit far away.”

“I’m driving,” Mo Xin said.

Mo Qi understood and told him, “Pass a message to Liang Qiuchi for me. I’ve already done what I promised him before. When he comes out, he must treat me to a big meal.”

Mo Xin smiled slightly, “Sure, I’ll let him know.”

The phone was silent for a few seconds, and when Mo Qi spoke again, his tone was more serious, “Xiao Xin, come back and help me.”

Mo Xin didn’t say anything for a moment.

Mo Qi said, “Reinis has stepped down, and you won’t be able to get involved in the subsequent investigations. What’s the point of staying in San Lorenzo? Come back to Danga with me and fulfill dad’s last wish. This is your home.”

Mo Xin tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and after a while, he said, “I’ll think about it.”

“…Alright, I’ll wait for you.” Mo Qi didn’t press him further. “You’re busy, I have a meeting to attend later. Let’s contact each other if there’s anything.”

“Ge,” Mo Xin stopped him, sounding a bit stiff because he rarely spoke words of concern, making his tone sound a bit harsh, “take care of yourself and don’t overwork.”

Mo Qi smiled contentedly, “Okay, I will.”

After the call ended, there was a slight damp mark left on the leather trim of the steering wheel.

Mo Xin wiped away the thin sweat from his palms, lowered the car window, and let a cool breeze dissipate the heat from his cheeks.

As the car entered the confines of Camp 17’s high walls, most of the prison guards were already familiar with Mo Xin’s car, and seeing him arrive, they knew that it was most likely for Liang Qiuchi.

But this time, Mo Xin couldn’t see Liang Qiuchi in the interrogation room.

The deputy warden looked panic-stricken as he said, “L-Liang, Liang Qiuchi isn’t here.”

Mo Xin furrowed his brow, “What do you mean he’s not here?”

The deputy warden was frightened by the sudden change in his expression, “We just found out on the way to interrogate him. He’s already left Camp 17… it happened five minutes ago.”

Mo Xin slammed the table and stood up. The deputy warden, with a pale face, hurriedly added, “He’s probably still at the processing office issuing paperwork.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Xin had already rushed out like the wind.

The issuing office was located at the prison gate, where inmates needed to come with their release certificates to handle the transfer of belongings and retrieve all their personal items confiscated upon arrest.

With a loud “bang,” the gate slammed against the wall and bounced back a bit.

Mo Xin burst into the issuing office. Liang Qiuchi had just changed into his own clothes. Seeing Mo Xin empty-handed, he couldn’t help but pick up his clothes and sniff them teasingly, “They stink. How come you didn’t bring me a clean set?”

Mo Xin, still catching his breath, asked, “Who let you out?”

Liang Qiuchi was taken aback. Seeing his expression, Mo Xin knew he must have thought he was the one who had arranged it.

“Forget it, let’s talk outside.” Mo Xin grabbed his hand and walked briskly towards the parking lot without looking back.

The deputy warden who followed them saw their backs holding hands and stared wide-eyed, his expression magical.

Colleagues at the issuing office also rubbed their eyes one after another, murmuring, “What’s going on?”

Weren’t these two at odds with each other? Weren’t they fighting in the interrogation room a few days ago?

The afternoon sun just passed over the car roof, and as the trembling car window rose and fell, it cast a warm glow on Liang Qiuchi’s sweaty, bare back.

He was breathing heavily, and he leaned down to kiss the gun tattoo on Mo Xin’s hip bone. The muzzle pointed towards something, casting a proud shadow on his abdomen.

“What’s going on?” Liang Qiuchi also noticed Mo Xin’s unusual expression. “Did your brother arrange for someone to let me out?”

Mo Xin shook his head in confusion. His attention was now entirely drawn by Liang Qiuchi’s wandering hands and the friction of his hot skin, and he couldn’t think straight.

It had been a week since they last met, and in terms of real action, it had been over half a month since they last did it.

Right now, all he wanted was to be thoroughly fucked by Liang Qiuchi.