Chen Beixuan remained seated, unperturbed, as if the surrounding uproar had nothing to do with him.
But Li Tiecheng, who sat beside him, could no longer hold back.
BAM!
With a deafening crash, Li Tiecheng's massive, fan-like hand slammed down on the tabletop.
The hard alloy surface was actually left with a distinct indentation from the force of his palm!
"What the fuck do you mean, Wang?"
Li Tiecheng shot to his feet, his hulking frame casting a mountain-like shadow. His hawk-like eyes locked onto the portly councilor.
"Questioning Han Feng? Questioning our military's Honorary Major?"
"The resources he used bought us the head of a Tier Four Grandmaster, which is still hanging on the East Gate to this day, air-drying!
Is that result not enough for you?"
"And what about your 'Deep Sea Titan' project? You've been working on it for three years, and what has it accomplished besides generating a monthly pile of useless reports thicker than toilet paper?"
