Chapter 520: Stirring Up Trouble

Cheng Shuili raised her hand and gently tapped the microphone; after confirming it worked, she scanned the audience below and formally began speaking: "First, thank you all for coming today."

Her voice, amplified through the loudspeakers, rang clearly through the hall, instantly silencing all the murmurs.

"I am the leader of Black Feather, ID is Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji. Today everyone has gathered here to discuss the establishment of the Dong Da Qu Alliance…"

The so‑called Dong Da Qu Alliance is actually much like the Long Guo Alliance.

It only involves more forces and covers a larger scope.

Cheng Shuili's conditions are offered in good faith; everyone attending this meeting has come all the way from the Safe Zone, and how powerful Black Feather is… evident to all.

Even those who initially adopted a refusal‑to‑cooperate stance have now softened… some have even abandoned their own ideas outright.

Moreover, the corpse of Divine Wind has not yet cooled, and a well‑placed person is flipping the district channel up a notch; perhaps we can still locate that announcement from the publishing house that disappeared into the river of history.

To oppose Black Feather now… isn't that digging one's own grave?!

As Cheng Shuili's words fell, applause erupted from the audience immediately.

When the atmosphere was just right, Cheng Shuili cleared her throat, about to continue, when a slender‑built middle‑aged man in the back row suddenly stood up.

Immediately after, a slightly sharp voice rang out: "Wu Ya, leader, your proposal is very attractive, but I still do not wish to join the alliance. May I leave now?"

His politeness in asking, yet jumping out to say this, is no different from standing up and slapping Cheng Shuili.

If Wu Ya refuses his departure, Black Feather would appear petty; the reliability of the so‑called alliance would then be open to question.

But if Wu Ya allows him to leave, wouldn't that let this provocateur walk away unscathed, giving Black Feather a weak, bullyable image?

Almost everyone's mind flashed that thought instantly, their gazes locked on the black figure on stage.

The middle‑aged man stood perfectly straight, his face even bearing a hint of almost‑provocative calm.

He had calculated that Cheng Shuili would be in a dilemma, and deliberately stepped forward to cause trouble.

Qin Wen and the war‑wolf below wore angry faces, turning to glare at the man, but unfortunately… the target was Wu Ya; if they rose to attack, they would be overstepping, only putting Wu Ya in an even worse position.

Meanwhile, Cheng Shuili, facing this almost public provocation, still showed no ripple on her face.

She didn't answer immediately; she simply stared at the middle‑aged man with those overly calm eyes.

This silence was more oppressive than any words.

The calm on the man's face began to crack, his gaze unintentionally flickered for a moment.

In those suffocating seconds, Cheng Shuili suddenly tilted her head slightly and whispered something to Ailin, who stood behind her.

Her voice was so light that even the microphone didn't catch a trace.

Ailin gave a slight nod, her form disappearing like a ghost, silent and swift into the shadow at the side.

This subtle movement made countless people in the audience's hearts jump.

What will Black Feather do? Capture on the spot?

That would make the whole scene take on a coercive tone.

The middle‑aged man's back instantly tensed, his hand subconsciously reaching for his waist.

The spot where a weapon had been placed was now empty; upon entering Black Feather's territory, all weapons had already been temporarily confiscated.

Cheng Shuili then turned back to the crowd, her voice resonating through the microphone, still steady:

"Your question is interesting. You ask me whether you can leave now."

She repeated the question, her gaze sweeping over every nervous or curious face below, "My answer is yes, but not now."

The middle‑aged man's pupils contracted: "What do you mean? Didn't you say it's entirely voluntary? Why still won't you let me go?"

Cheng Shuili's tone suddenly turned cold: "You were invited to attend the Dong Da Qu Alliance's founding conference, yet you openly stood up and interrupted my speech. This is not a matter of unwillingness to join; it is a public contempt and humiliation toward me, toward Black Feather, and toward all colleagues here who are seriously considering their future paths."

Her voice was not loud, but each word was like an ice spear, striking the silent air, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly chilled.

Indeed.

They had just finished applauding, and this middle‑aged man stood up saying he despised the alliance; isn't that basically saying: everyone who clapped for the alliance, including Wu Ya, the leader on stage, are fools?

Cheng Shuili didn't say that, but the people below had already filled in the unsaid meaning in their hearts.

The middle‑aged man's complexion shifted from pale to bluish, his mouth opened, only to find his prepared speech meaningless before Cheng Shuili's outright brand of contempt and humiliation.

He had only taken a small benefit to stir trouble; he didn't want to leave his life here!

"I… I didn't mean that! I just wanted to express my stance…"

The middle‑aged man hurriedly defended himself, but even he didn't believe his own words; anyone listening could sense his insecurity.

Cheng Shuili's gaze fell on the middle‑aged man and continued: "Black Feather respects everyone's right to state their position, but it will not tolerate any deliberate provocation. If you had stated your attitude before the conference began, I would not have blocked you. If you raise objections after the conference ends, I could also understand.

Yet you deliberately chose this moment, this instant, to interrupt the proceedings, intending to disrupt the venue…

This is not a choice; it is a deliberate provocation."

The middle‑aged man's face turned white, forcefully arguing: "I just… just don't want to join!"

Cheng Shuili no longer argued with him, turned her eyes to the others, smiled faintly and asked: "Everyone, do you think this kind of public interruption of agenda to express dissent deserves respect? Should it be allowed? And after disturbing everyone, can one walk away as if nothing happened?"

Some people almost instinctively shook their heads, especially those who had already hoped for the alliance.

And the representatives of forces intimidated by Black Feather, at this moment, naturally looked to Cheng Shuili's expression and indicated that severe punishment was warranted.

Yet some remained silent, eyes flickering, unwilling to state their position lightly.

At that moment, the side door was pushed open again.

Ailin, who had just left, returned, walking steadily to Cheng Shuili's side and whispered a few words into her ear.

Cheng Shuili's face bore a coldness, and she looked again at the middle‑aged man.

The middle‑aged man shivered all over, a strand of fear suddenly rising in his heart; if earlier he thought he still had a chance to walk away unscathed, now…

He seemed truly about to die here.

Cheng Shuili's voice returned to its steadiness, "You say you only want to express a stance, not join? The deputy leader of the Viper's Fang, Mr. Jin Zaiyou."