Hearing that Song Shanhe was still trying to argue at this point,
Zhao Ruiming was consumed by rage and threw a punch at Song Shanhe!
With his cultivation sealed, Song Shanhe was slammed hard into the table, spraying blood and looking utterly miserable.
"If it weren't for traitors like you, the Human Race wouldn't be kept like livestock, groveling beneath demons and monsters!"
"You think that just because you're willing to be a dog, everyone else wants to be one too?"
"Do you dare go out to the local regions and see how the lowest-ranking commoners fight demons and monsters, how they support the Human Race's resistance?"
"You've done nothing but sit in this tiny Speaker's Residence, in the Speaker's office!"
"How many other great cities have you visited over the years? How many ordinary people at the bottom have you ever seen!"
"You only ever acted for your own selfish gain!"
"And you dare prattle on about the interests of the Human Race? Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"
Zhao Ruiming laughed in fury, looking at Song Shanhe as though he were already dead.
He had brainwashed himself, only to end up waking himself up in the end.
Heh heh.
"You can't kill me."
"The Demon Race protects me. Everything you do is in vain, hahahahaha."
Lying across the table, Song Shanhe did not continue refuting Zhao Ruiming's words. He merely sneered as he spoke.
He forced himself up from the table and braced his body upright.
A vicious gleam flashed in Song Shanhe's eyes as he suddenly shouted.
An inexplicable white glow radiated from his body.
It was not cultivation, of course, but an external object.
A token!
"Censor, please aid me!"
After shouting, Song Shanhe stared at Zhao Ruiming with a smile, as if everything were firmly under his control.