Rumbling, ninety percent of the people present stood up and all eyes looked at Jacob like torches, the determination in their eyes representing their position.
"Mr. Yoo, this decision is favored by the public. What else do you have to say?" Steven smiled faintly.
"You..." Greyson glared at Steven as he shouted, "You've been planning on this for a long time, haven't you?"
Why did the eight Sects of Chinese medicine come? Steven must have sent them invitations. During his years in power, Steven had supported Chinese medicine. Hence, he got a certain number of advocates. Feeling resentful, Greyson sat down indignantly and glared at Francis.
As his eyes met with Steven's, Francis winced involuntarily. He had almost ruined the plan. Fortunately, he was prepared.
Francis sullenly ran off to the side and made a phone call, then gave a few orders.