Meng Shuanglin had never been particularly easygoing, nor was he the kind of person who could readily adapt when things went wrong.
Now, with blood in his eyes and fury clouding his judgment, how much reason could he possibly have left?
His face smeared with blood, he cursed, "Tang, you've gone too far! Why don't you keep acting so high and mighty? Apart from sucking up and framing innocent people, what can a useless piece of trash like you even do?"
"And you bunch of idiots! What's the point of following a useless leader like him? He's nothing but a smooth talker who brainwashes you. Can he protect you?"
Meng Shuanglin might not have said much in the past, but that didn't mean he was stupid.
Those words were vicious, striking right at the heart.
Tang Pan wasn't useless, but wasn't the current situation exactly what Meng Shuanglin had described? Whom had Tang Pan protected?
His underlings were dying in droves. Wasn't Tang Pan utterly helpless? Hadn't he even been forced to ask for peace?
The image of a calm, composed, eloquent leader he'd cultivated had now crumbled to dust.
The grim reality slapped Tang Pan right in the face.
Even Tang Pan's men, seeing the carnage among their comrades, felt a pang of sorrow and couldn't help mourning their fallen companions.
They no longer looked at Tang Pan with the same respect as before.
Just as Meng Shuanglin had said, was a leader like this worth following?
Tang Pan's heart was bleeding. He wanted nothing more than to tear Meng Shuanglin to pieces.
But given the situation, he still had to hold back.
Tang Pan wasn't incapable of fighting, but among the hundreds of proxies, his combat strength didn't even rank in the top ten.
Faced with the onslaught