I've already given you two chances. If you can't even do such a small thing, do you think you're worthy of following me?"
"Sir, sir, please, give us another chance. I promise that we will definitely find that woman this time. I beg you…"
They begged, but it was useless.
A few people came in and dragged them out.
The room quickly quieted down.
The person standing in front of the desk held the Bodhi Buddha bracelet in his left hand tightly. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as if he was trying very hard to control his emotions.
Suddenly…
He swept the brush, ink, paper, inkstone, penholder, and books on the table to the ground.
Things fell all over the ground.
Especially that extremely expensive inkstone, which had already broken into three pieces.
He gritted his teeth and said angrily,"Trash, a bunch of trash. All of you are trash…"
The person outside the door heard the commotion and rushed in.
