"Lei Yan... lost?"
The banquet hall at a hotel in the imperial capital was brightly lit, where dozens of well-dressed men and women appeared somewhat at a loss as they watched the footage of Lei Yan being escorted into a government car; the two cross-hilt military swords protruding through his body made them feel as if they had a sword hanging over their heads, restless and uncomfortable.
The middle-aged man at the head of the table had a face that changed colors, seemingly unable to believe that Lei Yan, whom he had strongly supported, had come to such an end.
At that moment, a woman in an evening gown with delicate makeup lightly applied to her face spoke up, "If there's nothing else, I think I'll take my leave."
After speaking, she linked arms with the man beside her and walked toward the door. Just as she was about to push the door open, she suddenly added, "I am honored to have received Mr. Li's dinner invitation 'personally.'"
