Everyone from the Elder Council was stunned.
Song Sheng Chaoying truly wanted to get up and slap Lu Chengwen to death with one palm.
But he held back. One hundred and thirty billion!
If this matter could not be settled, he could forget about staying on as Dean.
They had already suffered such heavy losses in this battle. If he then lost more than a hundred billion in overseas funds and offended Old Man Wu on top of that... could he still sit firmly in the Elder Council?
In fact, many elders had already begun voicing dissatisfaction, and the Elder Council had already fallen into a trend of internal division.
This matter was no longer just about the two major groups and the structure of the martial world. It even affected the Elder Council's internal situation, as well as Song Sheng Chaoying's own future dream of holding power.
If he handled it poorly, he would have to step down.
A former Dean who had stepped down was like a tiger without teeth. No one would fear you.
Song Sheng Chaoying clenched his fists and stared at Lu Chengwen.
Lu Chengwen sat where he was and looked toward one person, a key figure—Tang Wanli.
Tang Wanli looked at Lu Chengwen, then at the Elder Council, which Lu Chengwen had checkmated into collective silence and which no longer knew how to break the deadlock. Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"Ah! Chengwen, give me some face. Actually, this matter was a misunderstanding. The Elder Council received faulty intelligence. In the end, it was that Sky Net that caused us to slaughter each other. The Dean himself bears no ill will toward the Jiang Family. It's all a misunderstanding!"
Tang Wanli personally went over and picked the documents out of the wastebasket one by