Standing on the stage were representatives from the demonstration at Silver Star Racing Team that day.
A middle schooler in a neatly worn school uniform pushed an elderly man's wheelchair, accompanied by a weathered woman cradling a child.
President Shen turned pale with shock and glared at Bao Yancheng, his eyes full of hatred.
This man wasn't just prepared—he was planning to settle accounts meticulously, line by line, leaving nothing untouched.
Bao Yancheng waited until they were seated comfortably, then calmly averted his gaze back to the crowd, delivering an explosive remark.
"President Shen wasn't entirely wrong—these three individuals' loved ones did indeed die at Silver Star Racing Team's construction site."
The gasp of the audience filled the air.
"What's Bao Yancheng saying—is this betrayal?"
"And Ye Yazhou, tirelessly posting construction logs after the incident to wash things clean—what's worth cleaning here?"