The invited guests were supposedly the representatives of the top ten exchanges, but the people seated in the central venue far exceeded ten. A rough glance revealed at least thirty individuals, forming an incredibly massive lineup. At this moment, some of those seated in the very center still managed to hold their temper, watching coldly as Su Mo stepped inside, leaving visible footprints with every stride. However, those on the periphery lacked such patience. They stood up one after another, throwing out weak, toothless condemnations in an attempt to stop his brute intrusion.
But as the dust settled and Su Mo's full figure emerged—his eyes dark with a terrifying murderous intent—these people abruptly went dead silent, as if an invisible hand had clamped around their throats.
