Qin Siyang's calm, gentle voice echoed through the hall.
Together with the faint scent of blood spreading through the air, it jarred the guests' nerves.
But everyone simply watched him in silence, offering no response.
Beneath the crystal chandelier, Qin Siyang stood out all the more.
A young man brimming with confidence.
Dappled, dazzling light played across his face, like a rising star.
The headless corpse lying in a pool of blood before the stage formed a stark contrast to him.
That image of the victor living and the loser dying seared itself into everyone's vision.
After a brief silence.
Qin Siyang smiled and spoke again. "I'm very pleased that I've finally proven my strength through my actions and earned everyone's approval."
"Since everyone approves of me as the association's vice president, let's have our president, Mr. Zhao Sifang, continue his speech. Please give him a hand."
With that, he led the applause from the stage.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Qin Siyang clapped hard, the sound ringing out loudly.
He was deliberately pulling everyone out of their wandering thoughts and giving his good president, Little Zhao, a little dignity.
After Qin Siyang clapped alone for three to five seconds, others finally began joining in.
Applause filled the hall once more.
It was noticeably more enthusiastic than when Zhao Sifang had first stepped forward to speak.
Qin Siyang kept smiling, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief.
He had managed to resolve the immediate trouble neatly enough.
Zhao Longfei quietly gave a couple of instructions to the staff behind him.
Before long, several staff members brought over an exquisitely carved wooden box, placed Hua Weicai's corpse inside, then respectfully set it beside Hua Chengliang.
"Vice President Hua, Director Zhao said this box is a gift, to make it easier for you to take