Ouyang Chen did not sit at the very front of the circular conference table. Instead, he sat in the second row with the Martial Emperor, posture straight as he attentively watched the "live broadcast." Meanwhile, his right hand silently tapped against the virtual tabletop, the varying lengths of the taps carrying a distinct rhythm, as though he were taking notes.
This made a stark contrast with the Martial Emperor beside him, who lounged casually while idly playing with a virtual book scroll, his face openly displaying his indifference.
When President Abner called to him, Ouyang Chen did not respond immediately. Two seconds later, his tapping fingers finally stopped, and he turned away from the image in the central area—perhaps due to a virtual effect, the rimless lenses perched on his nose seemed coated in a Light Membrane, obscuring most of his pupils. His expression was rigid and solemn.
He still did not speak, seemingly choosing his words carefully in pursuit of precision.
Then...
"Earlier, you wanted to join the fun and divide up someone else's grandfather's estate. Now you're so eager to exchange ideas—are you planning to call him brother and squeeze out a few more benefits?"
A momentary silence fell over the circular conference room, followed by coughing, muffled laughter, and, naturally, outright laughter. At the level of these attendees, most had already developed a tendency to act as they pleased. Not everyone would spare President Abner's feelings.
Naturally, everyone's gaze turned toward Ouyang Chen. But they could all see clearly that Ouyang Chen had not spoken. The voice had come from beside him, from behind the Martial Emperor...
That was already the observers' section.
"Oh!"
Tian Bang let out a small cry of surprise. He had seen clearly that the person who had just bluntly fired back