The secretary acted quickly. In less than ten seconds, the secure line was connected.
On the enormous central holographic screen, the image split in two.
On the left was the elderly man surnamed Wang, still clamoring for Yue Xiaofei to be severely punished, spittle flying as he seethed with righteous indignation.
On the right appeared a live feed of the small courtyard in Jiangcheng.
In the image, the four Phantom Shadow Death Warriors were still nailed to the wall behind him, their limbs severed, not yet dead.
Black, poisonous blood ran down the wall, forming a grotesque and horrifying picture.
The entire conference hall fell silent in an instant.
Every gaze fixed on the young man's back on the screen.
"Yue Xiaofei."
Long Qianshan picked up the microphone. His voice was steady, yet carried unquestionable authority.
"Someone at this meeting has accused you of slaughtering people in Jiangcheng, using cruel methods, and disgracing the nation. He has demanded that your Swordbearer tiger tally be revoked and that you be placed under formal investigation."
"What do you have to say about that?"
At Long Qianshan's words, Yue Xiaofei straightened and turned to face the camera.
When those in the conference room saw his expression clearly, they all drew a sharp breath.
What a face it was.
There was no anger, no agitation, only a deathly cold stillness.
Even through the screen, his bone-chilling killing intent made these powerful figures feel their hands and feet turn cold.
The elderly man surnamed Wang, who had shouted the loudest, felt as though an invisible hand had clenched his heart the instant his gaze met Yue Xiaofei's. Even breathing became difficult.
He instinctively took half a step back and opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.
Yue Xiaofei said nothing.
He merely reached