"Lyu, how's the party going?"
"Several guest speeches have been canceled at the last minute. They should be about to bring out that parasitic treaty for signing."
"Tsk," Yang Ming shook his head, "Keep the pace under control, don't let them progress too quickly."
"Understood... All terminators are ready..."
"Lyu, I'm actually a bit hesitant," Yang Ming said quietly, "Doing this, will it tarnish Edwan's reputation? I don't want to leave a stain on his honor."
"Boss, it's too late for us to change the plan now."
"Keep pushing forward," Yang Ming sighed, "I just... Never mind, Edwan shouldn't blame me."
Lyu asked softly, "Should I have Emilia come to keep you company?"
"Alright, let her come over, watching the fireworks together wouldn't be bad."
...
Sherman Empire, Jinrong Star, the seaside banquet venue.
The music suddenly stopped, and the dim lights originally set to create an ambiguous atmosphere gradually became blurry.
