Everyone could already see that the farce Ma Liangdong had orchestrated had gone disastrously wrong.
An Youlu sighed inwardly. This was why he had refused to get involved from the start.
He had little faith in the plan, and even less in Ma Liangdong's abilities.
More sadly still, Ma Liangdong's abilities were already above average in Zone 1. Otherwise, he could never have secured a seat in the Zone 1 Roundtable Hall.
Perhaps Ma Liangdong had been exceptional when the apocalypse first descended.
But he had spent ten years without dealing with the other zones. His old methods had long since grown rusty and obsolete without his realizing it, yet he remained mired in his past successes, clinging to solutions that no longer worked.
Beside him, Tan Biao said, "Ma Liangdong, how about we call it a day on this public hearing?"
Ma Liangdong did not answer. He looked at Fu Wanli and Cui Zhonghua beside him.
Although Fu Wanli was restrained and unable to speak, his eyes still held the shock of He Kui's suicide.
Cui Zhonghua's face was ashen. He had not even wiped away the blood on his face, and his gaze was vacant.
Neither of them would provide any answers.
The dust had settled. It was over.
Ma Liangdong rose weakly.
Head drooping, he dragged his heavy feet away in dejection.
With the presiding official leaving his seat, the others assumed the farce was over and prepared to leave as well.
"Wait."
Qin Siyang spoke up, raising a hand.
"Please sit down, everyone. Today's hearing isn't over yet."
Everyone looked at Qin Siyang, unsure what he intended to do now, but those from the other zones sat back down.
Whatever Qin Siyang did, it was sure to cause a stir.
They had already come all this