Hall's voice was like a heavy hammer, pounding again and again in the hall that had quieted down. Every piece of paper drifting down seemed to carry a burning temperature, scorching everyone's gaze.
True and false, virtual and real. Some
were "precision ammunition" provided by Dembele, others were long-collected dirt by the opposition party but lacked the opportunity to be thrown out, now all mixed together, like cluster bombs being hurled out.
"Nonsense! This is slander!" Kreti trembled with rage, suddenly stood up, and pointed at Hall shouting angrily.
"Take him down! Get him out!" The ruling party's members were agitated.
"Let him speak!" The opposition members tried hard to stop them.
Order was completely out of control.
It was unclear who first shoved and it's unclear who threw the first punch.
