"Jiang Chen, one vote."
As the guard finished speaking, Jiang Chen had gained another vote.
Over thirty percent of the votes had been counted, and all of them were for Jiang Chen.
Shen Mi and Qiu Baxiong's faces were now ashen.
Based on how things were going, it meant that not a single person—not even one—had voted for either of them. Every single vote had gone to Jiang Chen.
They had spent an entire night trying to persuade the Stewards and Elders to win their votes.
But now, it seemed their efforts had come to nothing.
The Elders and Stewards had still chosen the powerful, younger-generation Jiang Chen.
They were furious. Absolutely furious.
But there was nothing they could do but wait for the result, hoping against hope for a miracle.
"Jiang Chen, one vote…"
What followed was Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen—his name was read out again and again.
At this point, neither Shen Mi nor Qiu Baxiong could remain seated.
The situation was too bizarre.
WHOOSH!
