Chapter 479 Election for the Spokesperson 2

• The square outside the Berlin Hotel sprawled across thousands of square feet, yet it was crammed shoulder to shoulder. Dozens upon dozens of factions tangled together, everyone giving everyone else the stink eye, faces stiff with scorn and challenge.
• Still, the conference rules were ironclad. No one dared make a move, so they traded blows with their eyes instead, sparks popping here and there.
• Marc Egerton stood beside Louis Jerker, smoking like he didn’t have a care in the world, waiting for the master of ceremonies to call them in.