The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

The meeting hall was as noisy as the market. Various voices rang incessantly, and from time to time, some people bickered with
red faces. There was no unified opinion at all.
"I don't think there's a need for compensation at all! We're going to overthrow the rule of a royal family this time! Isn't it normal to
make some sacrifices for this?"
"That's right. Victories are won over the dead bodies of our comrades. If we can achieve the final victory, compensation can be
given by then. But if we lose, what difference will it make if we don't? The white tiger royal family is not a charity organization!"
"You have a point, but what if some families include their breadwinners in this fight and only leave behind some young ones?
What should their children do if we don't pay them any compensation?"
"Compensation is a must! I suggest that everyone should chip in! As for Lewe and Guan, I think it's better to gather our forces in
Lewe. If we spread our forces to fight in Guan, it may lead to the defeat in Lewe."
"No, I think we should do both. To put it simply, if we fail in Lewe, we can still get supplies in Guan, which can also be used as
compensation!"
"No, it's better to focus on Lewe!"
Various noisy voices rang in the middle-aged man's ears. He frowned with a look of disappointment and wryness in his eyes.
Could these people really overthrow the white tiger royal family?
They could not even reach a consensus. As an alliance leader that was forced into this position, he could not control these
people at all!
A bout of weariness welled up in him.
As the noise around him grew louder, the man's brows furrowed further. The chill in his eyes became more obvious.
Finally, the man could not bear it anymore and slapped the table in front of him fiercely.
The huge collision resounded throughout the hall and echoed in the room like muffled drum beats. Everyone received a fright
and turned to look at the man.

A clear cracking sound came from the huge solid wooden table.
The next moment, the table shattered and sawdust scattered in all directions. The man looked up at the people in front of him.
"Everyone, have you reached a decision yet?"
There were traces of blood in the man's eyes. The people below frowned at this sight as a chill appeared in their eyes.
The leader who was pushed into this position was up to something.
Some people thought the man looked a little scary, while others thought he was putting on a show. No matter what, no one
interrupted him and just watched quietly.
The man seemed a little disdainful at the silence.
The man then said, "This is ridiculous. Hundreds of renowned forces under the white tiger royal family territory are acting like
punks and can't even reach a consensus! Aren't you the leaders of the major forces? Didn't you claim to be wise and brave?
Aren't you strategists? Then tell me why you can't come up with a unified opinion!"
The look in the man's eyes gradually changed from sarcasm to anger and disappointment, and a surge of frustration came from
him.