Qin Yuanhe thought of this and felt even more triumphant.
His smile was modest and kind.
But anyone could see from his eyes that this guy had power in his grasp, with a look of imperiousness and dominance bestowed by fate.
In the auditorium under the conference hall, over sixty Hongmen branch leaders exchanged glances.
Some were worried, some were complacent.
Others watched with eyes and nose, observing quietly, their expressions unreadable.
Qin Yuanhe looked at these people, feeling a little uneasy, and signaled to the host.
The host understood and immediately announced to the public.
"Qin Yuanhe, a disciple of Hongmen, is wise, intelligent, and strong in leadership, making him an ideal candidate for the sect leader of Hongmen."
"If there are no objections, we will proceed according to the rules, vote, and conduct a referendum."
Saying this, the host waved his hand.
A group of disciples filed out and distributed blank ballots to the more than sixty branch leaders.
