Silence.
In the private room, only the sound of heavy, suppressed breathing remained.
The faces of the six turned from pale to blue, from blue to black.
Anger, humiliation, fear, disbelief...
All sorts of emotions wildly intertwined in their eyes.
"Captain Fang..." The representative of the Thousand Machines Tower spoke with immense difficulty, struggling to maintain his last shred of rationality, attempting one final struggle.
"Your demands... are somewhat... somewhat excessive."
He carefully chose his words.
"This list is too far-reaching, affecting the very foundation of factions, and cannot be resolved overnight..."
"Excessive?"
Fang Qingyu nodded calmly.
As if agreeing with the other party's assessment.
He even picked up another piece of rib, examined it closely before his eyes.
"Yes, it's quite excessive."
Fang Qingyu admitted.
He then slightly turned his head.
Those eyes flowed with cold starlight.
Toward the six leaders, he gazed without a ripple.
