Dispute

"Could it be possible?"

A high-ranking official from the Wartime Foreign Joint Propaganda Office, sitting in the sixth seat of the fourth row beneath the conference stage, suddenly spoke up.

In theory, given his position—and the Conference System as a whole—no voice outside the rules of procedure was permitted to appear.

This was not a discussion forum. It was the third major collective conference since the apocalypse.

But precisely because of the apocalypse, many procedures and systems had already been simplified.

The representative raised his hand and spoke despite his misgivings, forced to break the strange silence.

"I mean..."

"Could it be possible that General Li Hao led Lin An to achieve a complete victory?"

"But for some reason, the rewards were given to Lin An."

He had to be the one to say this. As someone from the Propaganda Department, he had to give everyone a way out.

Otherwise, it would be far too humiliating.

His voice echoed.

Stammering, he finished speaking, then carefully sat down.

Yet even he felt that what he had said was painfully convoluted.

No one agreed or responded.

Even the Hawks military faction, which had the most representatives, merely looked at him strangely, as though they would rather he had never spoken.

After a while,

a deep and forceful voice rang out:

"If that's really the case..."

"Then why did Lin An receive all the first-place titles?"

"If Lin An truly only made a major contribution during this trial..."

"Then, with the attitude of giving preferential treatment, rewards, and joint cooperation commendations, our people allowed Lin An to receive the title rewards."

"Then they should have been individual categories."

"You gave them all to him? Heh..."

The voice abruptly stopped. The final words even carried a hint of mockery.

Seeing that the person onstage