As some officials scrambled about to get everything set up, He Yuan calmly walked to his seat and propped an elbow on the armrest as he supported his chin with his fist.
The conference hall was a little noisy as the protesters struck heated debates with one another and the reporters turned to their cameras to engage with their viewers watching live.
Xia Yueyu had her red eyes trained on the adamantine glass. She desperately wanted to go up on the podium and demand an explanation from her son but the security officers guarding the podium did not move an inch so she had no choice but to remain in the arms of an equally confused Ding Wang.
The Third Marshal had his head lifted and eyes closed as he contemplated his next move whilst a couple of Marshals eyed each other and exchanged messages with each other through their bracelets. Even the government officials and top figures weren't left out as everyone engaged in hushed conversations.
