"Mr. Vice President, I need an explanation! What exactly is this... this gathering for?!"
On the projection screen, the Vice President's face was ashen, and he said coldly, "Harden, I don't like this guy, don't let me see him again."
Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly at the words.
With this signal, a sinister smile appeared on Ernst's face as he tightened his arm, gripping Admiral Alvin's neck tightly, his knuckles cracking.
Admiral Alvin initially wanted to ask for clarification, but he didn't expect to bring about his own death sentence.
He cried out in pain again, flailing his hands, trying to pry open the iron-like hands, his legs kicking wildly, causing a clattering sound, yet unable to budge even slightly.
The few "guests" present turned pale at the sight and cried out in terror, "Harden, don't do this! Stop! You'll make a huge mistake!"
"Mr. Vice President! This is murder! Alvin is a four-star general, a hero of the nation, you can't just privately execute him like this!
