Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Gazes fell on Zhang Xinlong in unison.
Speaking really was an art.
When Zhang Xinlong had brought up the matter just now, many people had felt that he had a point.
Luo Fan had made the decision alone without even notifying the council. That really was inappropriate, and showed far too little regard for the other councilors.
But now, after hearing Mr. Mo Mo, many felt that his words made even more sense.
Exactly. Why should people from Eastern Japan be allowed to settle on land they had fought through countless hardships to reclaim?
Did that even need discussion?
Anyone should have rejected it outright.
So what exactly was Zhang Xinlong trying to achieve by using this to drive a wedge between Luo Fan and the council?
"Mr. Mo Mo, is it appropriate for you to twist the truth like this for the sake of your friendship with Luo Fan?"
Being stared at with such suspicion-as though they suspected he was a walking five-hundred-thousand-yuan bounty-made Zhang Xinlong's heart lurch, and he spoke to Mr. Mo Mo.
"There are ways to verify whether I'm twisting the truth," Mr. Mo Mo said, looking at Zhang Xinlong.
"What do you mean?"
At Mr. Mo Mo's words, Zhang Xinlong's heart tightened, and he looked at him in confusion.
"In this apocalypse, Uncanny Artifacts and Sequences with all sorts of wondrous functions keep emerging. There are even many divination-type Sequences among them."
"We can certainly have someone verify just what your intentions are," Mr. Mo Mo said.
He paused briefly before continuing, "And verify whether you've been colluding with people from Eastern Japan."
Colluding with people from Eastern Japan was an extremely serious charge for anyone from China.
If there really was collusion, China had a specific word for people like that: