The man who spoke was named Ding Fei, and he was one of the more influential figures here, with the ability to fight for these venues. Naturally, he was not willing to cede the venues to someone else.
He Boyang was startled by Ding Fei, subconsciously trying to sit down.
At that moment, Zhao Chengshuang tapped the table lightly and said with a faint smile, "I was just making a suggestion. Whether it's supported or not, that's up to democratic opinion. Old He's support is a face-giving gesture to me, Zhao someone, and I, Zhao someone, am very grateful for it. Ding Fei, you want to kill him, what does that mean? What, do you think that what I, Zhao someone, said is utter nonsense? That if someone supports it, they deserve to die?"
As Zhao Chengshuang spoke, he suddenly slammed the table and cursed, "We live in a society governed by law now. Who do you think you're killing? Ding, I'm telling you, if Old He loses even a single hair, you'll have to pick it up with utmost sincerity!"
