"I'm telling you, you're all completely unreliable! Here's what we'll do: I'll ask the questions one by one, and you'll answer them one by one, clear and simple!" Yang Dao stood up abruptly, his palm slamming onto the table as his icy gaze swept over everyone. In an instant, silence fell over the assembly, and Wen Ying, who had been the center of attention, was abruptly stripped of that position.
"First question, what is the ultimate goal of this group!" Yang Dao glanced around at the crowd and asked.
The crowd was taken aback, then burst into a cacophony of answers—some mentioned reclaiming their status in Qingzhou, some about overshadowing Liu Bei, some discussed eliminating Chen Xi, and some talked about gaining more benefits for the group. The responses were a disorganized mess.