The room fell silent.
The young man's mocking smile grew more pronounced, as he coldly eyed the mixed blood middle-aged man, "Ask yourself honestly, how much time will he give us? Will this failure exhaust his last bit of patience?"
"Well..."
"Stop hemming and hawing, you know it clearly in your heart!"
"The gentleman is a person whose temper... is not very good," the elderly white coats murmured from the ground.
The middle-aged man glared at him, "Shut up."
Not many of those present had met "the gentleman"; most of the information came from the elderly white coats and the middle-aged mixed blood.
"Let him speak."
"Yes, let him speak!"
"Why not let him speak!"
When someone gets excited, there will be others who agree.
The young man didn't need to further incite anyone, as a few hot-tempered white coats were already furious.
"Why not let him speak, are you hiding something from us?"
