When Le Yu sat down, ripples gently spread across the Silver Blood Mental Sea in the council hall.
With his back against the chair and both hands on the table, he raised his eyes and swept his gaze across the room. The entire Silver Blood Society lay before him.
"The view really is much broader. No wonder you insisted on making me lose my temper before you were willing to give this up," Le Yu said languidly.
Ting Wanjian chuckled beside him. "The president is right."
In the face of Le Yu's relentless pressure, Ting Wanjian was like a meek wife who simply accepted her fate. He gave up his seat without the slightest hesitation and sat to one side, not even tossing out a harsh word, as though he had completely admitted defeat.
But as the saying went, a dog that bit people did not bark, and a national brand's chili sauce did not need advertising.
Losing one's temper was instinctive. Being able to hold it back was a skill.
The old tortoise Ting Gu had not given birth to any simple sons.
Someone like Jing Zhengtang, a White Lotus, seemed to be a unique SSR in Profound Candle Prefecture.
Facing the Ting family, which had both money and guns, Le Yu did not dare relax in the slightest.
Or rather, from the moment he sat down, he had lost the right to muddle through, waiting to die, and fool around with Qing Lan until dawn every day.
In the dark forest that was the Silver Blood Society, he either had to lead the others to devour someone else, be devoured by the others, or... devour someone else himself.
"The Silver Blood Council begins."
"First agenda item: the Coastal Army's garrison expenses." Le Yu said, "I won't bother with