Yellen was pleased to see the room suddenly fall silent. After all, he was only the vice president. In theory, he was the second-in-command of the government, but in practice, he played the role of a mascot.
The problem was that he was also the leader of the Co-Prosperity Party, the head of the opposition. The president always claimed that this administration was a united, multiparty coalition government, but that sort of thing only fooled the media and the common people. If you weren't president, then the opposition was still the opposition. And as the opposition, wasn't stirring up trouble in the legislature and cabinet to make life difficult for the ruling party the most basic professional obligation?
Vice President Yellen considered himself a very principled man, at least.
"Clang!" A moment later, the only sound in the room was the heavy thud of something substantial hitting the floor.
Everyone turned toward the noise and saw Old Master Bai picking up an iron ball, about half the size of an adult's fist, from under the table. He set it down heavily on the tabletop.
"W-what is that? How can you bring a weapon into the conference room?" President Nihita leaned back sharply, ready to call for his loyal guards and secretary.
"Everyone, there's no need to be nervous. This isn't a weapon. It's an iron walnut, a fitness tool." Old Master Bai spoke with a perfectly straight face. "As everyone knows, I'm an ordinary eighty-year-old man. Surely it's reasonable for me to carry an iron walnut around to loosen my joints?"
He chuckled, then fixed his gaze on the vice president. "But your words just now have left this old man very confused. You said we should look into that Babalu fellow, but did you not know he's a member