Ye Zhengxiong raised his eyelids slightly and cupped his hands toward Jiang Can. "Our Windrise Martial Academy concerns itself only with teaching and nurturing students. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to get involved in a power struggle like this.
"Discuss it among yourselves. Don't mind me."
Jiang Can could no longer suppress his anger. He slammed his palm onto the armrest and rose aggressively, roaring:
"Ye Xicheng, Hu Wanli, Ye Zhengxiong, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!
"The entire City Lord's Mansion is now under my control. One command from me, and your lives are over!
"I'm trying to persuade you nicely because I don't want any more fighting or bloodshed. Don't force my hand!"
At this, a vicious light flashed in his eyes. "I'll give you one last chance. Support me as City Lord, and everyone will be happy. Otherwise, the three of you will spill your blood right here, and someone will immediately take your places!"
With that, he brought his hand down sharply.
A rustle of clothing and armor followed. Men clad in full armor, armed to the teeth, appeared in every corner around the Council Hall, their gazes sharp as they stared at everyone inside with murderous intent.
At this display, the faces of the stronghold's many senior figures in the Council Hall changed drastically, their expressions panicked.
Many senior figures in the stronghold had been purged and slaughtered in last night's upheaval. The smell of blood had yet to dissipate.
By putting on such a display, Jiang Can clearly intended to carry out a second purge.
Their one small consolation was that these armored men were not targeting them, but Ye Xicheng, Hu Wanli, and Ye Zhengxiong.
Everyone therefore turned their eyes toward Ye Xicheng, Hu Wanli, and