"Ulat, winners and losers, it is the same."
Ulat laughed heartily, swallowing a bite of dumpling, followed by a mouthful of noodles.
Getting in the car, and also getting out.
Ubirus silently placed a pill in front of Ulat, who picked it up and, without hesitation, swallowed it after just two seconds of looking.
Before the pill could take effect, Ulat stood by the window, gazing at the view of Upper City District of the Ninth Special Zone.
The other managers stood behind, including General Manager Chang Yan'ang, quietly waiting without coming forward.
Ubirus, being the closest to Ulat, stepped forward and said, "I'll make them pay. Our Tasting Commerce Association won't suffer this loss in vain."
"Hmm." Ulat replied with a "Hmm," then suddenly smiled, "To be honest, it's quite disheartening. On this damned land, climbing all the way to where I am now, I don't know how much effort I've put in, nor how great the sacrifices were.
