Ding Yongwei looked at Miao Honglei as if he were looking at a fool. He had already seized control of the situation, and he relished the exhilarating feeling of having such power at his fingertips, the ability to decide the fates of others with a mere gesture.
Everyone seated here was once a commanding presence, a figure who pointed out directions for the country. But now, what had become of them? They were all kneeling at his feet.
Especially Zhong Huashan, the mountain that once stood before him, insurmountable, but now his life and death lay within the palm of his hand.
As for Miao Honglei, Ding Yongwei never took him seriously. Miao Honglei was nothing but a blowhard, good at boasting and bluffing, but he was utterly useless when it came to fighting.
Now, seeing Miao Honglei kicking up a fuss here, Ding Yongwei felt nothing but contempt. However, he made for a good joke.