After the two chairmen, Zoff Fan and Kyle Warren, spoke in succession, the entire venue fell silent.
Everyone's gaze shifted between Fan Baoluo and the two chairmen. Even the United Government ministers seated in the second row kept their eyes lowered, not one speaking up in support of their colleague, Minister Fan Baoluo.
Fan Baoluo remained seated, his shadow-shrouded eye sockets betraying no emotion. He merely leaned back slightly into his spacious chair, his thoughts unreadable.
When Fan Baoluo spoke, he used the United Government to pressure the others. No one knew whether he wanted Lei Xiaoting's artifact withdrawn outright or intended to acquire it himself at a low price.
But clearly, the others were not buying it.
The United Government's power and influence were indeed intimidating. Yet in the entire United Government, only one man could earn the genuine respect of the leaders of every faction and make them willingly yield: Secretary-General Gu Weiyang!
Whatever people thought of the United Government, they all deeply admired Gu Weiyang.
Gu Weiyang had always been known for fairness and impartiality. Even if his decisions harmed your interests, it was because those interests had grown too large and needed to be balanced against the bigger picture. In ten years, no one had ever regarded Gu Weiyang as a personal enemy. When he spoke, people were willing to show him respect.
When Gu Weiyang made a decision, everyone was willing to defer to him.
But who the hell was Fan Baoluo?
A man perpetually shrouded in darkness, mysterious and unpredictable. A minister who rarely showed his face and did even less to solve the Safe Zone's actual problems!
And now, the moment he opened his mouth, he invoked the United Government and issued orders, expecting the formidable figures gathered here-men who commanded vast armies,