Lu Chengwen furrowed his brow and stared into Bimuyu's eyes.
Bimuyu looked to be sixty or seventy, yet his gaze was sharp and his spirit vigorous, without a trace of old age.
The way he looked at Lu Chengwen now carried a rather intriguing meaning.
It seemed like a threat, yet also like some kind of expectation—perhaps even a reminder and anticipation.
What was this old bastard trying to do?!
Still, this man possessed the bearing and magnanimity of someone capable of controlling a grand situation. Unfortunately, he lacked status and standing. Otherwise, today's mess would not have been so hard to resolve.
Bimuyu simply kept staring at Lu Chengwen.
Lu Chengwen's mind was locked in a fierce internal struggle as well.
He looked around. It seemed as though everyone's breathing had fallen into the same rhythm, and every pair of eyes was fixed on him.
Each person carried a different expression: expectation, waiting, attention, disdain...
But it was his turn to speak.
Lu Chengwen smiled and leaned closer to Bimuyu. "Cheng Wen pays his respects to Elder Bimuyu."
Bimuyu returned the greeting. "You're too courteous, CEO Lu."
"Elder, you were mistaken."
"Oh? May I ask where I was mistaken, CEO Lu?"
Lu Chengwen stared at Bimuyu. "The attitude of my martial uncles isn't about who withdraws first. It's about... keeping Old Dean here."
Everyone was shocked.
The tension that had only just eased began tightening again.
The Elder Council people were already struggling to remain composed, while the Four Great Families each wore remarkably varied expressions.
Lu Chengwen said with a smile, "You're right. If the core issue isn't resolved, then even if everyone backs down today, we'll settle the score afterward and pick each other off one by one. Either you'll set up an ambush for one of