The discussion was in full swing. Even Su Na had taken a keen interest and really wanted to know how this prophetic ability worked.
But Yang Yi suddenly stood up, making enough noise that the discussion abruptly stopped. Everyone present felt an almost tangible pressure and could not help swallowing.
"What a ridiculous plan. I'm afraid I'll have to refuse!"
Yang Yi's opening words left the members of the Shadow Society at a loss.
What he said next made it perfectly clear that he and these people from the Shadow Society... could never work together.
"I think the Holy Capital is fine the way it is. You people, including the dead person in this belt I'm wearing, clearly have nothing better to do and want some excitement.
Go ahead if that's what you want to do. Just don't drag me into it."
With that, Yang Yi prepared to leave. He signaled Su Na with a glance, then picked up Cui Xiya, who was lying on the table doing nothing, and headed for the door.
Xiaoji brought up the rear, turning its head 180 degrees to watch behind them and remaining on guard, while the Monitor on its head flashed a dangerous red.
Only after Yang Yi and his companions had completely left the room did anyone inside speak.
Chekhov, the strongest among them, was already drenched in cold sweat. That hair-raising sensation was something he had only ever felt from Paladins, so he had taken no action.
Since even the President had done nothing, the others were even less likely to act. Only after Yang Yi left did someone speak.
"Damn it, if that guy goes back and reports us, we're completely finished!
I won't be coming back to the Shadow Society for at least a year or two. Do