Chairman Gale, sitting at the forefront, felt extremely uncomfortable under the surrounding gazes. Yan Xing's eyes, in particular, held a multitude of implications, making Gale want to jump up and flee.
Could there be a problem with the Assassin's Guild? Impossible! The Assassin's Guild doesn't even know I was the one who issued the assassination mission; how could Yan Xing possibly know? He must be just guessing.
The Golden Oak Chamber of Commerce was the leader of the commercial sector in Nuta City; even among the grain merchants present, more than half were its members.
Gale didn't know what Yan Xing meant by summoning them during the banquet at the special envoy's residence. But whatever Yan Xing wanted to do, he just had to stop him from succeeding.
