Imperial Capital.
The presidential mansion.
Nathan Mamet raised his hand, lifted the gun, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The bullet flew out and struck the person opposite in the left shoulder.
Julius Mamet's left shoulder was instantly stained with fresh blood. But he still stood firmly, not moving an inch.
Nathan Mamet's cheeks trembled violently as he demanded, "Why would you do this?"
"Because, I am a soldier," replied Julius.
His face nearly contorted, Nathan Mamet shouted fiercely, "But do you know, everything I have now was prepared for you. Your actions have not only destroyed me and the Mamet family but also ruined your future paths."
"The path you've set for me, I don't want it, not at all," Julius roared back.
"Fine, fine, you don't want it," Nathan Mamet said, throwing the gun on the ground fiercely. "I know what you want... Bring in the person!"
Soon, Nathan Mamet's confidential secretary walked in, "Your Excellency."
"Show him."
"Yes."