"Let's take East Japan as an example, Mr. Shen. Do you know who mainly controls the upper echelons of East Japan's politics?"
Yamaguchi Sora adjusted his suit. He looked like a courteous man in his forties, sitting across from Shen Feng and asking with a gentle expression.
If it weren't for the eerie yellow, poisonous fog all around, the people impaled on Tokyo Tower behind him who were struggling and wailing without end, and the blood on the ground that had pooled into a lake, Shen Feng would have thought he was in a coffee shop, discussing politics with a middle-aged salaryman from East Japan.
He smiled faintly, shook his head, and said, "I don't know."
Although he had done plenty of research on East Japan before coming here, he really hadn't prepared for its political landscape.
