The commotion at the scene was considerable. Under the control of certain interested parties, public opinion spread from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred. By the time the conference was about to begin, it had nearly spread among every onlooker at the venue.
Everyone wanted to know who that sinner was—the one who had switched sides during the All-Out War and caused the Chinese alliance forces from so many bases to suffer such devastating casualties.
Amid the uproar, a group entered with uniform strides. They were impeccably dressed, each wearing a dazzling badge on their chest. There were members of the Elder Council, as well as high-ranking officials who held the top positions in Shangjing Base's major departments.
Before the conference began, the usual rounds of order-restoring quieted the venue. Once everyone had taken their seats and all preparations were complete, Ye Zibo finally appeared before the densely packed crowd of expectant onlookers.
The moment he appeared, the entire venue erupted!
"Who is that?"
"Never seen him before!"
"Why is he dressed more extravagantly than everyone else? Is he one of the base's higher-ups?"
"He's so young. Doesn't seem like it!"
"Look at his hand..."
"Shh! Are you trying to get yourself killed? That's Shangjing Base's leader!"
"What?!"
With the entire venue on the verge of exploding, the troops maintaining order mobilized once again. It took considerable effort to suppress the crowd's nearly uncontrollable emotions.
At such a grand conference, none of the base higher-ups who appeared was the Commander Mu they knew so well. That alone was baffling enough, and upon seeing the conspicuous Ye Zibo, the crowd found their emotions even harder to contain.
A man missing an arm?
Ye Zibo was somewhat agitated, but he still steadily walked out from backstage and stood