"Heh heh..."
A smile, yet not a smile, crept onto Cheng Deming's face as he observed the man, his laughter chilling.
Clearly, his words were hollow, merely an attempt to shirk responsibility. Their idle indulgence might be tolerated on ordinary days. But in such a crucial moment, they still remained evasive, igniting outrage.
Despite everyone knowing it was not a decision they could make unless both the Upper and Lower Houses agreed and enacted a law. Otherwise, the Federation would never reclaim its dignity.
Not to mention, Cheng Deming could never count on these people—pampered by noble families daily yet slacking off when needed most—to willingly offend their backers.
However, what this person presumably wouldn't see coming was that Cheng Deming simply looked at him calmly and then, expressionlessly, said one sentence.
