Several colleagues nearby looked at him with worried eyes, unsure whether to comfort or to reprimand.
After a moment, Ren Zhong walked out from the side door at the back of the conference room and quickly sat upon the high platform.
Seeing this, Guo Denghuai hurriedly stepped forward, "Lord Earl, I am at fault."
Seemingly due to the movement aggravating his injuries, Guo Denghuai's body swayed slightly, nearly falling, but he managed to stand firmly once again.
Ren Zhong waved his hand.
Immediately, liquid metal rose from the ground behind Guo Denghuai and formed a chair.
"Sit down."
Guo Denghuai did not dare to sit, "I don't dare."
Ren Zhong frowned, "I told you to sit, so sit. Why go through all this pointless formality? Clearly, we won a great victory, defeating a strong enemy right away. Why do you behave like this? Am I someone who doesn't distinguish between credit and fault?"
