Miles Sanctus wore a confident and cruel smile.
Seeing his expression, the leaders of the smaller factions below felt a stir of fear.
Some who had originally wanted to leave didn't dare make a move now, and everyone sat back down.
They couldn't help but curse inwardly. 'Who in the world is it? Who's so bold as to cause trouble for Sanctyr Base?'
'And of all times, it had to be while we were here. Aren't they just making things difficult for us?'
Seeing Miles Sanctus's dark expression, they were terrified. Now, they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that a single wrong move would draw his anger upon them.
One by one, they could only sit in their seats, not daring to make a sound.
Miles Sanctus watched them. Seeing their obedient demeanor, a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face.
