Chu Fengcheng was scolded to the point of a red face and burning ears on the spot.
Furious, he glared at the Supreme Court President he'd promoted himself, and after a long time, he finally said angrily, "Now that they are trying to besiege us, shouldn't we fight back? Are we going to let the tragedy of last New Year's Eve happen again?"
He even brought up New Year's Eve night.
Suddenly, people present were somewhat reluctant to speak; after all, many had died that day.
Unexpectedly, just at that moment, a cold laugh suddenly came from above their heads.
"Chu Fengcheng, you have the nerve to bring up New Year's Eve? Aren't all these events that you're stirring up just efforts to replicate that night?"
"…"
That was a harsh statement.
Not only did Chu Fengcheng immediately look up,
but the others also immediately turned their gazes upwards. To their surprise, they saw a person being wheeled out in a wheelchair.
"Xiahou Jingmu? He... wasn't he dead?"