Fang Yi slowly stepped into the conference room.
He walked toward the only empty seat in the room—the main seat, at the head of the round table.
As he passed by the captains, their arrogant, provocative auras instantly died down, as if the great hand of a brutal Tyrant had forcefully suppressed the two of them.
The trembling table returned to normal, and the spilled tea was wiped away and replaced with fresh tea.
The two auras were silently smoothed away.
The captain whose pants had gotten wet in the spill went to change... When he returned, he found the conference room unexpectedly harmonious—harmonious to the point of being somewhat strange.
He looked at the innocent-looking captains, utterly baffled.
The two captains who had just been fighting were now sitting obediently beside each other, quiet as mice.
Huh? Weren't you two about to blow the roof off just now? Why did you suddenly come to your senses? Did you make up?
After sitting down in a daze, that captain finally noticed something.
At some point, a figure clad in black had appeared in the main seat, which had always been empty.
The black-haired young man sat there expressionlessly, yet his presence was immensely powerful. The captains who had been arrogant beyond measure were all exceptionally well-behaved before him.
"Sure enough, without Captain Fang, this family would fall apart sooner or later!"
At that moment,
the Spirit Association officer was weeping inwardly.
These proud, overbearing genius captains were all powerful and looked down on everyone else. They had practically been ready to blow the roof off.
Without Captain Fang to keep order, he truly had no idea what to do.
In this world, strength still spoke loudest.
The Spirit Association's current situation... It truly was no simple matter to keep these