"Let's vote!"
"Yes, yes, discussing it further is pointless. Support Team Leader Julian Johnsons to go to the frontline tomorrow with a vote of approval, otherwise cast a dissenting vote, abstentions are allowed..."
With those words,
everyone wrote a ballot, lined up, and walked to the voting box on the right side of the president's podium at the front of the conference room, casting their votes...
Lude Johnsons watched the chaotic scene in front from the back, his gaze wandering through the crowd. Effortlessly, he found his brother, sitting on the president's podium, next to the old King.
He looked as icy cold as ever, expressionless and unmatched.
Moreover, he seemed colder than usual, even the old King was a bit intimidated. If it weren't for everyone bustling about voting, this meeting would probably go on endlessly. No one dared to stand up and publicly shout for Julian Johnsons to go to the frontline, only secretive small fusses happened.
The voting ended quickly.
