"Did in the war earlier, you have sent all Jita Kyoei's men?"
Troy shook his head. "Jita Kyoei is huge. But only a few members are active. We still have some followers, but they don't want to get involved in street fights. There aren't many of them either."
"Emma, Jita Kyoei has principles that we don't want to..."
"I know," Emma cut Ian. "Of course all of your members will follow the principles of the leader: put personal interests first and don't want to get your hands dirty. Now, you are feeling the consequences for yourself,"
Troy and Ian were stunned by Emma's sharp words. They could only shake their heads slowly.
"Damn it! She's really Black. My brain still can't put this out," Ian said while massaging his forehead which suddenly ached.
