"Trash! How can you still have the face to live!" Wei Jiangqi couldn't contain his anger. In him, tranquility and fury could switch in an instant, his moods as fickle as the ocean waves.
The remaining followers instantly dropped to their knees in unison, bowing their heads deeply, not daring to utter a word.
Wei Jiangqi stood up, pacing back and forth in the cave with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, and he muttered to himself, unclear of his own thoughts, until he suddenly stopped and gritted his teeth. "Summon our partners."
"I want to hire them for another big job!"
At last, he couldn't help but add with hatred, "Why did it have to be 'Farser VIII'?!"
Other arrangements could have alternatives, but the raw silicate from 'Farser VIII' was of utmost importance to him. Given the massive amount needed, there were no other reliable sources besides 'Farser VIII'.
