The newly appointed advisor raised his arm.
Facing the 200-something ministers and aristocrats below the stage, he roared, "Go back to Cynea!"
In that instant, everyone in the banquet hall moved in the direction of Tyson and Theron.
A white-haired man in uniform stepped forward with a grave expression.
Pointing at Isaac, he yelled, "You bastards! If you dare cause trouble here again, the Dominion Garrison House will not show you any mercy. The thousands of elite soldiers outside will beat you to a pulp!"
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