He exerted every bit of strength from his aging body, elevating his voice another notch and shouted loudly:
"Seeing such young people, I see the future of America!
Wolf Dracula, please come up to the stage, come up to the stage, my child."
The solemn atmosphere, the loud invitation, Wolf rising slowly from his seat.
Sitting in the back row, Gru's face was taut; he felt the tension of truly being part of a critical moment in the American power game.
The California Elephant Party, once on the brink of survival under the oppression of the Democratic Party, now seemed to be stepping firmly into a new chapter.
"He even did his hair, ha."
Mi'er quietly mocked to Cheng Daqi, who chuckled softly.
Wolf had indeed changed.
He had completely replaced his golden mid-length hair with an old-fashioned short haircut, which, to Mi'er and Cheng Daqi—his old friends—felt like a comical attempt at "combing his hair to look like an adult."
