Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 315: Countermeasures

After leaving the company, Caesar drove to the Restorationists' camp.

The car stopped in front of a three-story marble building on Quanshui Flower Street.

"Wait for me here."

Caesar instructed the driver, took the documents, got out of the car, and went straight inside.

Compared to the desolation and decline of a few years ago, the headquarters of the Restorationists now appears high-end and grand, and the interior is bustling with activity, with many people preparing for the upcoming election day and developing campaign projects for their respective candidates.

With Caesar's support, the Restoration Society has been striving to regain the strength and unity of the former Eldaria Empire. After its transformation, it has returned to the forefront of the kingdom's factional organizations, occupying many seats in the Senate and becoming an important force in determining the kingdom's policies.

Booth still controls the Zionist movement, but no one inside knows that the real power behind the Zionist movement is Caesar.

So his arrival didn't quiet the busy room down; everyone had things to do, and no one noticed him.

Caesar went straight up to the third floor and arrived at Booth's office. Ignoring the female secretary blocking the door, he pushed the door open without knocking and saw Booth behind his desk, holding a microphone and talking intensely with someone.

Upon seeing him enter, Booth's expression changed, and he said into the microphone, "I'll call you back later."

He hung up the phone, opened his arms, and smiled at Caesar:
"Caesar! I heard you were back a long time ago, why are you only coming now?"

“I’ve been staying in the Fatis Palace ever since I got back and haven’t had time to come out.” Caesar sat down in the chair opposite him.

Booth winked at the female secretary who followed him in: "Go, make a pot of coffee and bring it over."

Then, smiling at Caesar, he said:

"Caesar, um... what brings you here?"

"Take a look for yourself. The year isn't even halfway over, and the Restorationists' spending is already more than the entire previous year. I need an explanation." Caesar slammed the financial report on the table.

Booth picked it up and started reading, then glanced at Caesar, then at the report, and could only say helplessly:
"With the public council elections approaching, there are many places where money is needed."

“I didn’t know that holding an election would require purchasing a luxury cruise ship,” Caesar said, pointing to a line in the report.

"Well, there's no other way. We have to win over those high-level people. Some unique cocktail parties are still very necessary." Booth shrugged.

"This is also a way to garner votes."

“Boose, I’ve been funding you for years to expand your influence in the Senate. There are some things you’d better not do under my nose,” Caesar said coldly.

“I always have a replacement for you.”

Booth choked for a moment, then lowered his head.

"I see"

Caesar stared at him for a moment and said, "I heard you were attacked by Hamorez's men last month?"

“Yes, they took advantage of this time to cause damage. Some people were injured, but the main problem was that the election materials they had prepared were burned,” Booth said. “We are now working overtime to try to salvage some of it.”

He recounted the details of the attack to Caesar.
Although he had worked overseas for a long time, he was still very clear about the power struggles between these factions in China.
The Hamorles faction and the Restoration faction have always been mortal enemies. Behind the Hamorles faction is a gang family with the same name. Relying on their status, they often use such underhanded methods to attack their rivals. Even if the police are called and the people are arrested, there is nothing that can be done. It is just a fight without involving firearms, so it is not considered a big deal in the kingdom. Naturally, someone else will take the blame behind the scenes.

"We don't have a better way to deal with them. We can only try to get through this period first. We've sent some important documents to a secret safe house and are trying to avoid conflict with them," Booth said.

“This method won’t last. Don’t expect someone wielding a knife to have a proper discussion with you,” Caesar said. “Then…” Booth looked troubled.

Caesar snorted coldly: "If they resort to such despicable means, they can't blame others for imitating them."

The next day, at the Hamorresist headquarters building.

Gori had just lit a cigar in his chief office when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

He frowned and walked to the window, where he saw a large group of burly men wearing newsboy caps and carrying various knives, guns, and clubs. They broke through the security guards and rushed into the main living room.

Then screams and the sounds of limbs colliding filled the air, turning the once orderly office building into chaos.
General Manager Gori immediately sensed something was wrong. He quickly locked all the important documents in the safe, then turned and fled.
But he hadn't run far after jumping off the building when he was spotted and dragged back. A group of people surrounded him and started punching and kicking him.

Gori, whose mouth was full of blood from being beaten, was pulled up by his hair.

"Who...who sent you?" he mumbled, his mouth full of blood.

"Someone you can't afford to mess with." The leader sneered.
"A family with dragon blood"

"It's all settled."

Ita threw a stack of newspapers in front of Caesar. The front page read that the Hamorles faction headquarters building had caught fire and a large amount of data had been destroyed because a policy advocated by their faction had harmed the interests of the Three Blades, and therefore a large number of members had been dispatched to retaliate.

The police also classified it as a gang fight.

Caesar looked at the news and a smile appeared on his lips.

Often, controlling the tools of public opinion means controlling the core discourse, which is why he has been supporting these newspapers all these years.

“Well done, Ita,” he said to the little dragon beside him.

"It's just clearing the area, it won't take much effort," Ita shrugged.

Caesar chuckled. Indeed, this kind of thing was all too easy for Ita.

"Sigh, so much trouble as soon as I got back,"

Caesar leaned back on the sofa and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Caesar, you should take a good rest for a while. Working like this all day long may be good for your health, but it will cause mental problems,” Ita said seriously.

"Okay, fine, I wanted to rest too."

"Stop just thinking about it,"

Ita sat on his lap with a smile and put her arms around his neck.

"The day after tomorrow is Caesar's coming-of-age ceremony. I'll help you relax a bit then, Caesar,"

"You'll help me?" Caesar noticed this strange word.

"Humph."

Ita smiled, leaned closer, and whispered in his ear, "That's right, this is the coming-of-age gift I'm about to give you, Caesar. Look forward to it!"

(End of this chapter)