"I have spoken, who agrees, who opposes?"
Before his words faded, an imposing aura, mountain-like, began to slowly spread.
The meeting room fell silent immediately.
Everyone felt the pressure mounting, subconsciously holding their breath, not daring to even lift their heads.
Sweat dripped onto the table, making a crisp sound that, in this quiet space, seemed particularly grating.
Once he spoke, no one dared to contradict!
Noah Locke's face turned extremely unsightly as he struggled internally.
He clenched his teeth and said, "I oppose!"
Greg Jensen turned his head and looked over, his cold gaze like that of a demon god, with tangible killing intent assailing Noah Locke.
Noah Locke's expression froze, feeling as if a giant hand had viciously seized his heart, abruptly stopping its beat.
His face quickly reddened, and the veins on his neck and forehead, like writhing earthworms, bulged out, grotesque and terrifying.
"I..."
