Where Did You Get the Nerve to Defy the Grand President?

"Councilor Zheng, you're late."

At the council meeting, one councilor spoke coldly.

Zheng Xiang paid no heed to the other man's attitude. He sat directly in the seat of honor, then said calmly, "I was delivering the resources on the list to the Grand President just now, so I was late."

Those words silenced every councilor in the chamber. Otherwise, how could things have ended so simply? Quite a few councilors had been eyeing the power in Zheng Xiang's hands like tigers watching their prey.

"Then let the meeting begin. The Grand President did indeed kill that Otherworld Demon, and the cities we had lost have been successfully reclaimed."

"They just need to be rebuilt. We..." Zheng Xiang spoke up, swiftly steering the meeting toward official business. A great deal of administrative work was handled by the councilors.

It could be said that these councilors, made up of noble families and powerful clans, were cowardly and afraid of death. It could also be said that they were greed without measure. But when it came to ability, they were genuinely capable.

Only when the meeting ended and all the official matters that needed discussion had been settled did Zheng Xiang rise with his documents, preparing to leave, only to find that no one else had moved.

Seeing this, he naturally understood that the councilors had likely discussed certain matters before he arrived, and were only bringing them up now.

"Why isn't anyone leaving? Don't tell me we're working overtime too?" Zheng Xiang smiled as he lifted his leg to leave.

He could be certain that whatever they had discussed was no good thing.

They wanted to drag him into the water.

"I heard that the Grand President was actually recommended by Councilor Zheng?" one councilor asked.

Zheng Xiang narrowed his eyes,