บท 117: True Power

In a dark space, 7 men and 4 women were gathered with gloomy faces. 

The air was so stiff that it could break in half with any wrong move. Such a scene should've kept everyone on edge. Yet one of the men was busy lying down, chewing on a bowl of grapes. 

Everyone had black lines on their faces, wishing they could strangle and trample on the playful bastard. 

The man was roughly the same age as many of them. He had dark blue hair, pale blue eyes, and a playful smile on his annoying face. 

"Blast it, Yanji! When are you going to take this seriously? We have a crisis on our hands, and you dare come here to jest with us?"

"I've long said this guy is pulling us by the horn. I've said it a hundred times, and I'll say it again. Why the hell is he still one of us?"

"Dammit, Yanji! If you don't take this seriously, I'll never end with you!"

Crash! 

Several people gripped their armrest, crushing it to dust as though finding a venting point.