Yun Lih smoothed back his slicked hair and asked with a lift of his lips, "I don't know if they can stay seated, but I'm pretty curious about how you got the market maker to initiate the sell-off?"
With the market maker's massive sell-off, chaos ensued, inevitably leading to a huge drop.
Li Qiao, still typing on her keyboard, asked in an indifferent tone, "When your Mercenary Group takes on a job, do you act without any prior preparation?"
Yun Lih: "..."
That made sense.
Time flew, and in a blink of an eye, it was four-thirty, and the Clan Assembly was also nearing its end.
Li Qiao nestled in the sofa, her laptop on her legs, and her index finger lightly tapped the Enter key—mission accomplished.
The battery on the Bluetooth headset was almost dead, Yun Lih, equally tired, twisted his shoulders and said, "Her company has closed their positions, a conservative estimate puts the losses at at least a billion."
