"Well, then, it's settled."
Huai Shi smiled and clapped his hands, waving to the camera to signal the waiting Alchemists that they could start making the Explosion Collars for their slaves. Under the fierce and ruthless suppression and elimination, over eight hundred Rat-men had the Ivory Tower's insignia seared onto their bodies, thereby becoming one of the movable assets of the Iron Crystal Throne. There was no possibility of resistance anymore.
Huai Shi happily acquired eight hundred cannon fodder, his smile growing even more cheerful.
And in that brief moment of silence, someone stepped forward and stood before Huai Shi's table.
"Mr. Huai Shi."
The aged Honorable Elder suddenly spoke, "I have a question that I wish to ask you."
Huai Shi raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Please, go ahead."
"I know you are a Superior full of power and determination, and I know your power is something that we cannot resist. But precisely because of this, there are some things that I must say."
