"I didn't expect that even the weak would hold onto expectations..."
The deep voice fell, lingering outside the Federation Congress for a long time.
Surprised glances flickered, and the expressions of the Federation's people varied.
Many in the action department showed angry expressions, while the New Alliance's high-level attendees had cold glints in their eyes.
Especially Andre, whose face became somber, veins bulging, as he stared fixedly at Chen Feng's broad back, which grew taller and taller as they passed each other.
"Mr. Chen is indeed somewhat different."
A white elder named Moke stood at the stone pillar gate of Congress, turning back to look at the scene, speaking softly.
Chairman Li Yun, walking alongside him, laughed but didn't respond, only turning to look at the approaching Chen Feng.
The white jade staircase outside the Congress door was climbed step by step, Andre's face darkened with bulging veins, wanting to cause trouble several times.
