"This is too much!"
Nangong slammed the table and stood up, his face turning bright red.
As the commander of the Fire Phoenix army and also the main target of the slander, Nangong's eyes were red with fury.
"Sit down."
The old man in the Zhongshan suit glanced at him, his face expressionless.
"But they—" Nangong, pointing at the video, had hands that trembled with rage.
"I told you to sit down!"
Seeing the old man's firm stance, Nangong threw up his hands in frustration and sat back down.
At that moment, a gasp sounded throughout the conference room, and the surrounding mockery stopped abruptly.
Nangong looked up and saw a familiar fire dragon appear in the video.
Entwined in blazing flames, it pinned a griffin against the hull of a ship.
Atop the fire dragon's head there stood a figure entangled in flames, and the person's right hand was hoisting up the very Slavic man who had been hurling abuse previously.
