My American magical life
Chapter 1153: 154: Beneath the Western Paradise lies the Plain of White Bones, where no one returns from the rolling mortal world.

Chapter 1153: Chapter 154: Beneath the Western Paradise lies the Plain of White Bones, where no one returns from the rolling mortal world.

California Stage, if you dare, come here.

Here lies the darkest organ transplant hospital, alongside the most beautiful exotic dancers.

This place hosts the world’s most terrifying monopoly capitalism, and the most gender-diverse society in human history.

Once, in California, Will was beneath two people, yet above thirty million others.

Later, Nanxi kicked those unlucky brothers out, and he directly ascended to being just below one person.

Hmm, sounds like another name for a supreme ruler, doesn’t it?

If you wonder why Will could be more powerful than those big capitalists, you might think he doesn’t quite fit.

That only shows you don’t understand what it means to be livestock reared by bigwigs.

The land beneath the Western Sky is full of white bones, filled with the hustle and chaos of life, where no one returns.

As Niusen’s steed/boy-toy/favorite, Will only needs to be devoted to Niusen, disregarding others, who neither care for him nor can trouble him.

No one is willing to offend the governor of one of America’s strongest states for someone else’s righteousness.

There might be some fool who takes Nanxi’s disdain for Niusen seriously, but when this fool gathers enough resources to arm-wrestle Niusen, their elders or masters will naturally step in to intercept.

Not afraid to die, huh?

Can you comprehend the affairs of the uncle and niece duo?

Being the bird that sticks its head out gets you shot!

There are few like Cheng Zong, so ruthless and decisive, in the ultimate arena of strategy.

“How could Schumer let you come along with him?”

The most perplexing question in the mind of the Governor was this; he was totally unconcerned about how Forbes’ investigation was progressing or if Will had spilled any major dirt.

Whether he can fall from grace has never depended on certain investigations but rather on the power plays within California and the California Clique.

“I don’t know…”

Will replied dumbfoundedly.

Honestly, really honestly, he didn’t actually betray his big brother.

“How did you come up with the idea to come over with him?” Niusen probed further.

“Hutter told me there was such a private jet, that if I came back together with Schumer, I wouldn’t be assassinated by Auntie’s people…”

Will had a clear understanding of that mafia family Auntie.

Nanxi is indeed someone who can wrestle with the likes of the Dai’an couple.

In terms of decisive tactics, she’s no weaker than the Dai’an couple.

If Will were killed, Niusen wouldn’t be so tightly bound by Cheng Zong, and Nanxi would have some breathing room.

Will had already sensed the issue, there were many ways to ensure safety; why did Hutter choose the most ostentatious one for him?

The Governor didn’t speak, just silently pondered over it.

Hutter’s reminder suggested this might have been the idea of Chan or Achilles; they certainly understood the complexity of the situation.

Thus, the meaning behind this event must be significant; it must be significant.

“They might be trying to send a signal through your journey with Schumer, that you were saved by those with Schumer, and though I lack Auntie’s strong support, my position within the Democratic Party won’t be significantly affected.”

“Just sharing a plane, is it that big a deal? No one would notice such a detail, right?” Will mumbled.

He actually understood, this incident was a good thing, a not-too-big-not-too-small smoke bomb.

But he didn’t want to admit, once again, he had been arranged and used by others….

“Hard to say, Schumer flew over specifically to see me, which can actually counter-support the notion that he and Auntie can’t easily abandon me as the California Rancher…. Never mind, go rest well.”

Niusen waved his hand, signaling Will to get lost, preparing to leave.

“Big brother, what should I do next, as usual, or hide first?”

Seeing Niusen was about to leave, Will hastily asked.

The Governor turned around, his eyes icy as they looked at Will, gently asking.

“Why, are you scared?”

Will shuddered, instinctively raised his voice to answer.

“No! No! I’m just worried…”

“Worried about what, nothing’s changed, I’m still the California Rancher!”

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In the ultra-luxurious suite of the Hyatt Hotel, Niusen was paying a visit to Schumer, the Senate leader of the Democratic Party.

Normally speaking, the travel expenses of senators are regulated, as public servants of the nation, the people’s instruments, their reimbursement limits can’t cover the cost of a luxury suite at the Hyatt meant for swindling rich patrons.

However, minor rules can’t stop Mr. Schumer from having good luck, just as he stayed, the Hyatt had a special upgrade offer.

As a result, Mr. Schumer spent the cost of an ordinary room to stay in the Hyatt’s most luxurious top suite.

As for why Niusen came, wasn’t it Schumer who came to see Niusen?

That’s naturally due to the wisdom of the Governor.

For Schumer to come, it was giving him face.

Him visiting Schumer was also giving Schumer face.

Everyone, were people of credentials.

“Your West Coast hasn’t been peaceful lately, tell me, what do you think?”

Schumer cut straight to the point, not understanding what the young Democrat under the Hill was thinking right now.

Yes, the young one.

Even though Niusen was well into his life, holding significant power and position, as an evergreen figure of the United States Donkey Party, Schumer indeed had the qualifications to consider Niusen as the young one.

Just like, to extreme conservatives, the radicals appear too mild in their approach.

The terms of size here are relative, not absolute.

“Thinking of what exactly?” Niusen wasn’t pretending to be dumb.

He genuinely didn’t know what Schumer was specifically referring to, the last six months on the West Coast had too many affairs happening, to the point it left him bewildered.

How come, ever since sitting in the Governor’s position, has each day seemed to drag on so slowly?

Under the pressure from Cheng Zong and the California Elephant Party, Niusen passed his days like years.

“Why did you send Javier to investigate the United States Correction Company?”