Watching those old foxes brush off responsibility with just a few words, Fang Cheng gave a cold laugh. "I tried talking to you nicely, and you took me for a fool?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Minister of Defense, crammed into the innermost part of the group, suddenly exploded.
Blood and entrails sprayed everywhere, drenching the people around him from head to toe.
"Ah!! Ah!"
The people huddled together let out terrified screams that nearly lifted the ceiling, then scattered in every direction.
Some crouched on the floor, trembling. Others hid under the tables, while a few pounded on the doors and shouted.
The conference room became even more chaotic and noisy than before.
Sakaue Yusuke's death had only meant the loss of a high-ranking thug, but the Minister of Defense was a member of the ruling class.
His death stripped these high-and-mighty politicians of their last shred of security.
"Quiet!"
Kitajima Maki roared, her face livid.
But... no one listened to her.
Fang Cheng sat leisurely in his chair. He had killed the Minister of Defense because the man was the hawkish faction's leader, and had kept stirring things up, always wanting to take revenge on Machine City.
He raised a hand and snapped his fingers. "Shut up!"
The conference room fell silent at once.
Even those with blood splattered across their faces clamped their hands over their mouths.
In the deathly silence, Kitajima Maki glared at him and said gravely, "If you kill everyone here, the Human Revolutionary Alliance headquarters won't just stand by."
She had run out of options and could only make this feeble threat.
Fang Cheng crossed his legs. "Is that so? I don't believe you!"
Kitajima Maki: "..."
They stared at each other in silence, and Kitajima Maki's confidence gradually faded.
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