A host of strange looks turned his way.
To be fair, thanks to the rumors spread by the Zhang Family's old man, everyone tacitly understood Zhou You's identity. But to act this brazenly...
Who did he think he was? Dong Zhuo, or Hammer Charlie?
Yet no one said so much as a word.
For one thing, Sansan herself had raised no objection. She had even shifted aside to let Zhou You sit more comfortably.
For another...
Someone swept his gaze around the room.
There was no killing intent in his eyes, nor any attempt at intimidation. Yet the instant his gaze fell on them, most people instinctively lowered their heads.
It was their instincts warning them of danger.
Only then did Sansan speak.
"Now that everyone's quiet, let's continue. Where were we?"
The silence lasted only a moment before a tall, burly man stepped forward to report.
"Your Majesty, we were discussing the loss of contact with Base Sixteen, and how the personnel responsible concealed it instead of reporting it."
At his words, someone beside him immediately cursed and retorted.
"You're fucking full of shit! What do you mean, we concealed it? You're the one who failed to pass the message up, and those allies of yours are all in on it! You can't get any real work done, but you're happy to frame—"
That remark lit the fuse, and another shouting match erupted.
...Fine. Zhou You understood what Sansan had meant now.
Even at a time like this, they're still passing the buck. These parasites really do live up to the stereotype!
Just then, a sudden shriek rang out.
"Patchwerk will play with you!"
He turned and saw Uncle Wang soothing the restless stitched monster. Then the old man raised his head and spoke.
"Sorry, children don't know any