Fu Tong blinked, looking confused. "Why? She's a total wench, no one in their right mind would actually vote for her. She has zero chance of winning."
"She doesn't need legitimate votes," Han Fuji explained, flashing a meaningful glance toward the hulking mercenaries. "Even though she can't win fairly, that bandit man of hers will use brute force. Boss Lu and his men will intimidate the villagers and coerce everyone into picking her."
Fu Tong's eyes widened as the realization hit, and panic immediately set in. He desperately wanted his sister-in-law to win this election, and having a gang of ruthless cutthroats rig the votes threw a massive wrench into their plans.
Fu Sheng frowned, his expression darkening as he looked at Han Fuji. "Can you ask your men for help? Can they step in and handle those bandits?"
Before Han Fuji could answer, An Li walked up to the three of them, catching the tension in the air. "What's going on with you three?"
