At this moment, Lenny had finished reading the speech Anisa had prepared for him. Below him, representatives from various families and powers were applauding. As for the parties who had been forcibly arranged to attend, they were clapping too, but their applause was sparse, their enthusiasm seemingly absent.

Lenny was a name unfamiliar to them, and many even found it distasteful. The overwhelming propaganda had only served to increase their resistance.

"Who is this man?" a man whispered.

"How should I know? This is the first time I've heard of this Lenny," another replied.

"Didn't he mention it in his speech? He's some big shot who's been transferred from somewhere else."

"Big shot, my foot!"

"When is this going to end? I need to get back and sleep."

The last-minute guests were becoming restless, and all of them were discussing and expressing their dissatisfaction. Lenny, a level-nine powerhouse, had keen ears. He heard every word of their criticism and discontent.

‘Bun