The young official's body gradually curled inward amid the roomful of rebukes.
His lips trembled as if he wanted to argue further, but in the end, he lowered his head, uncertainty showing in the eyes behind his lenses.
Wu Heng looked at him. He had Middle Eastern features, a thin build, glasses, and an air of scholarly refinement that the apocalypse had not yet erased.
Knock knock!
Wu Heng heavily rapped the tabletop twice. "Enough! If we're asking for opinions, then let people finish speaking."
The room instantly fell silent, though suppressed hostility still spread through the air.
The officer on Wu Heng's left, a radical with graying temples, suddenly clenched his fist. "Leader, we absolutely cannot compromise on this!"
He gritted his teeth. "Once we let the Spirit Awakening Sect infiltrate us, King Yama's Palace and the Dawn Alliance will gnaw away at the foundation of our faith like worms! When that happens, the base will only become harder to manage."
"That's right!" Another man slammed the table and rose. "We built this fortress on a corpse pile. Why should we let them reap the benefits? Noah's City's arms order has already been finalized. Once the equipment arrives, we can retake the military base!"
Hearing that, Wu Heng's brow rose slightly.
So that was it.
Back at the South Korea Base, he had told the representatives of Marva Eternal Fortress that if they refused to allow the Spirit Awakening Sect to spread its faith, their supply of materials would be cut off.
They had remained unmoved at the time. It turned out they had long since signed an order with Noah's City.
Seeing the room about to descend into chaos again, Wu Heng rapped the table once more. "Since the disagreement is so great, let's put it to a