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After the argument, the previously quiet atmosphere in the meeting room became even stranger.

The fourteen high-ranking officials, besides him, were all silently staring at Abhishek.

Their gazes carried a hint of confusion, as if they couldn’t understand why the usually well-behaved Abhishek was so hot-tempered today, as if he had eaten a barrel of gunpowder.

Provoking Jammy was one thing, but he even disregarded Becky, the most powerful person in the Shelter now.

After a long silence, the older middle-aged man sitting in the main seat spoke, "Abhishek, you should know that we need to elect a Shelter Leader before the day after tomorrow, right?"

The person speaking was the Becky they mentioned.

Abhishek could tell that this was a warning.

If the Shelter Leader were chosen based on strength, the position would undoubtedly be his; if based on prestige, it would also be almost certain.

Although it wasn’t yet decided who would be the Shelter Leader, most people already implicitly regarded Becky as their leader.

Abhishek, an ordinary high-ranking official, by acting so disrespectfully just now, naturally made Becky somewhat displeased.

"Hehe, Becky is joking. I’m not an idiot, of course I know."

"Oh?" He seemed to have answered the question, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Abhishek had no intention of backing down, and his tone was even more disdainful.

Becky raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the high-ranking officials beside him, seemingly trying to get some information from their faces.

The people next to him, however, shook their heads.

"It seems Abhishek is quite confident about this Shelter Leader election. Does he think he has a chance to contend for this position?"

Abhishek felt a little scared after being stared at by Becky, but he still bit the bullet and said, "Who knows?"

"Maybe the brothers in the Shelter all like me, and then the position of Shelter Leader will naturally be mine."

Becky, in the main seat, had originally thought that Abhishek would reveal some trump card to gain the approval of the high-ranking officials present.

After hearing these words, he first paused, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Good, good, good, Abhishek, you are truly interesting. Don’t worry, when I become the Shelter Leader, I will certainly not bury your talent."

"I will cultivate you well, so you can bring laughter to everyone every day."

Becky, at the head, stroked his unshaven stubble and said with a fake smile.

His laughter exuded a chilling coldness.

The other high-ranking officials remained silent at this moment, but they understood perfectly in their hearts.

Controlling such a large Shelter was never an easy task.

Physical constitution, prestige, and absolute dominance and leadership were all indispensable.

And Abhishek’s actions today were tantamount to challenging his prestige, so it was easy to imagine what would happen once Becky became the Shelter Leader.

They all inwardly condemned Abhishek to death. The two high-ranking officials sitting near Abhishek now shifted their chairs.

Afraid of being too close and getting caught in the crossfire.

At this moment, Abhishek was composed; he had already said what should and shouldn’t be said, and he was too lazy to play along with this old man.

Now, he just needed to wait for Vikram to arrive. Then these idiots, who only knew how to fight among themselves, would know what a ’dimensional attack’ was.

What surprised him a little was that he had thought Becky wouldn’t even bother to pretend, and they would announce him as the new Shelter Leader on the spot.

He didn’t expect that someone would actually speak up at this point.

"Becky, you’re speaking a bit too confidently. The matter of the Shelter Leader is still up in the air, yet you’re so sure you’ll become one?"

"Hm?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and when they clearly saw the speaker’s appearance, they immediately showed a hint of surprise.

This person was not seated at the round table, yet dared to speak directly to Becky.

"Wesley, how could you..." Becky clearly hadn’t expected that something already set in stone would actually alarm this person.

"Hehe, what? Do you dislike my old age and forbid me from participating in the Shelter Leader election, or do you think I’m not qualified?"

The newcomer was indeed an old man in his sixties, but he looked full of vigor. Whether from his gait or his upright posture, the old man’s physical condition was still very good.

As Wesley finished speaking, Becky, who hadn’t even finished his previous sentence, immediately felt a headache.

"Wesley, look at what you’re saying. In our Shelter, besides Becky, you are naturally the most qualified to be the Shelter Leader. If you’re not qualified to run, there’s no need for us to hold this Shelter Leader election meeting."

"It’s just that I’m a bit curious, Wesley, haven’t you always disregarded these empty titles?"

"How could our little squabbles among us juniors disturb you today?"

Becky’s previously arrogant and condescending tone vanished completely upon seeing Wesley.

Only respect and humility remained on his face.

Seeing this scene, the other high-ranking officials were not surprised at all.

Don’t let this Survivor, who is just an old man, fool you; he is actually very capable.

Without him, the former Brown Wood Shelter would have been no different from those shady Shelters by the roadside.

The most important reason was that this old man had experience leading troops. The reason why the Brown Wood Shelter’s discipline was much stronger than that of other Shelters’ members was entirely due to this little old man’s efforts.

It could be said that when Lawrence was still alive, he had the same command over all matters in the Shelter.

Even among them, these high-ranking officials, every single one of them had, more or less, received his guidance and experience.

However, for some reason, he never had any interest in vying for the position of Shelter Leader, content to simply assist Lawrence in training his subordinates.

As a result, they didn’t even invite Wesley to their election meeting, assuming he would continue to dutifully help train the subordinates.

"Hmph!"

"Who told you I don’t want to be this Shelter Leader?"

"My willingness to assist Lawrence before was purely to repay his life-saving kindness."

"As for you all, you’re not qualified!"

Older generations always place great importance on various concepts and bottom lines. Even with his capabilities, Wesley assisted without any complaints.

Now that Lawrence has died, and he isn’t too old, coupled with the various body-enhancing items available in the Wasteland World, a figure like Wesley naturally has the ambition to come out and compete for power.

"This..." Becky and the high-ranking officials present were rendered speechless.

Perhaps some of them were not physically inferior to this Wesley, but no one had thought of taking action against him.

After all, the essence of the Brown Wood Shelter was its disciplined members.

Without this Wesley, they might not be able to manage them.

Not to mention that this was a time when the Brown Wood Shelter’s influence was constantly expanding.

Just as they were feeling a bit at a loss, Becky said unhurriedly, "Alright, since Wesley is interested in participating in the Shelter Leader election, there’s no reason for us to forbid it."

"It’s only fair and just; only then can the future Shelter Leader command respect. Everyone agrees, right?"

Becky was indeed a little surprised when he first saw Wesley appear, but soon his expression changed again, and he resumed smiling.

"I don’t think we need to discuss it for a day or two. The Brown Wood Shelter is still recruiting new members, so it’s best we make a quick decision."

"How about we elect the leader today?"

"Let’s just use the simplest voting method to avoid any disagreements."

As soon as Becky finished speaking, the dozen or so high-ranking officials who were openly qualified to be elected Shelter Leader, except for Abhishek, all began to agree.

"Good! Let’s do as Becky says. Electing the Shelter Leader early is also good for our Shelter."

Wesley was originally very confident, after all, a large portion of these people were soldiers he had personally trained.

Now, seeing this man named Becky command such a response, his expression instantly became unpredictable.

"Tsk, old man, still want to fight me?"

"I had almost everything prepared when Lawrence was in power. I even had the chance to overthrow him at any time, so what difference does it make if you come?"

"To put it bluntly, this Shelter Leader election is just for show, to make my position legitimate. Do you really think this election is fair and just?"

Becky glanced at Wesley, his side-eye filled with disdain, and the sneer on his lips was unconcealed.

As for what to do if Wesley refused to train the subordinates after he became Shelter Leader?

Originally, Wesley seemed to have no desires, so he really didn’t have a good way to get him to help.

But from his desire for power just now, this old man definitely didn’t want to die. With a weakness, wouldn’t this matter be easy to handle?

The voting for the Shelter Leader election was one vote per member of the Shelter, and the candidates also had three votes, but they couldn’t vote for themselves.

Just as Becky was looking at Wesley with a sinister gaze, the voting quickly ended.

The result was, of course, as expected.

"Wow! Becky, you’re amazing! Half of the entire Shelter voted for you."

"Congratulations, congratulations, Becky. No, I should change my address now. It should be Shelter Leader Becky."

At the round table, the high-ranking officials came forward one by one to congratulate him, afraid that if they were late, Becky would make things difficult for them later.

On the other side, Wesley’s expression became even more serious, his face as still as water as he looked at the man named Becky’s triumphant gaze.

He also received one-third of the votes, but not a single high-ranking official voted for him; they were all votes from the members below.

By now, how could he not know that the man named Becky had already colluded for this whole charade? His eyes showed a hint of loneliness.

"Wesley, I’m the Shelter Leader now. In the future, you must assist me more. The Shelter cannot operate without you."

Becky said with unconcealed joy on his face, but his tone carried a hint of threat.

"Despicable!"

"Lawrence wasn’t a good person, but at least he treated his subordinates well. You, however, are a petty person who only knows how to engage in internal strife!" Wesley spat lightly and snorted coldly.

"Hehe, Wesley, you’re exaggerating. Everyone saw that the voting was completely fair and open, and there was no time for me to collude. How can you talk about internal strife?"

"Exactly, Wesley, you are indeed capable, but you are a bit old. Is it wrong for everyone to want a young and decisive leader?"

Upon hearing this, Wesley’s eyes gradually became despondent, his previous vigor disappearing without a trace, and he sighed deeply.

Now that the die was cast, even if he was unwilling, if he didn’t want to die, he would have to obediently follow the other party’s orders.

Just then, when everyone thought the dust had settled and Wesley would have to compromise, an unusually discordant voice suddenly came from the round table.

"Hehe, why is Becky in such a hurry? The election isn’t completely over yet, and you’re already so eager to show off to Wesley?"