In the meeting room of the human conference.
The rest of the masters sat quietly on the side, looking at the man on the main seat.
West took a sip of coffee, grabbed a handful of French fries, and enjoyed his afternoon tea.
His attitude was very leisurely as if he was here for a vacation.
Everyone was not in the mood to continue the meeting.
West's strength shocked them greatly. All schemes were so ridiculous in front of absolute force.
Shield, which had been a little resentful, suddenly had no intention of making trouble for West. He was tough, but not stupid.
He didn't want to make trouble for West.
"What's wrong? I think you have a good conversation before. Let's continue." West took the potato chips with a little tomato paste and asked everyone.
With the presence of West, the rest nine senators were all under big pressure.
They didn't put on airs anymore. They all wished to keep a low profile and didn't want to attract the attention of the God of War.