Yinbasim's expression was one of disbelief.
He couldn't believe that such an important matter would be entrusted to Cui Ru for a decision by the Alliance.
What is the native power of the Eastern Cosmos Domain? It's just a pawn in the struggle between Holy Terra and the Alliance, only worthy of being a dog on the chessboard.
And he, at least, considers himself to represent the will of the Central Empire.
And his fate was to be decided by such pawns?
He found it quite absurd.
And fearful.
He realized that his recent words had been directed at the wrong person.
What to do?
It was still salvageable!
He forcibly tried to invigorate himself, quickly organizing his words, even attempting to present what he thought was the most appropriate expression.
However, all these efforts were ultimately in vain.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was physically interrupted—a pair of large hands covered his neck completely from behind, choking him.
