Giving Up

"Therefore, in accordance with our agreement, I announce that the Blood Floss Tower Master will become the Vice President of our Spirit Sacrifice Association. If anyone has objections, raise them now."

The Association President looked at everyone.

The venue was silent. Those who should not speak did not speak.

But even those who should have spoken remained silent.

At this point in the meeting, it should not have been this quiet. Congratulations or objections would have been fine, but it simply should not have been this silent.

The dozens of Tower Masters subtly turned their gazes toward the eagle-like, upright figure seated in the middle of the front row.

They could not quite make sense of it.

Fierce Bear glanced at Wu Heng, then at the figure in the middle, before looking back at Wu Heng. His lips moved, but in the end, he did not say the word "congratulations."

Because that person had yet to speak.

To outsiders, he was a brute, but among his own, he cared deeply about his brothers. Thus, he weighed things in his heart and hesitated.

Once a person hesitated, they missed their chance.

The chance to truly befriend Wu Heng and become sincere friends.

Mirage Eagle, seated in the middle of the first row, still said nothing. However, he turned to Wu Heng and gave him a slight nod.

Mirage Eagle was a man of his word.

Since he had already made a bet with Wu Heng, with the wager being "Wu Heng gives up the position of Vice President," Wu Heng had to become Vice President first.

Otherwise, how could he give it up?

"Congratulations!" Mirage Eagle spoke.

"Congratulations, Vice President Blood Floss!"

Fierce Bear was the second to speak, but he was ultimately a little late. Still, he had upheld the