Hearing the name of the Starfish Company, Midwell was even more furious.
"Temporarily store the ammunition in the federal warehouse and tell the people of Starfish Company that they will have to wait a bit longer for the ammunition that they want. This kind of high-tier weapon ammunition is strictly controlled by the Central Federation and needs to be approved and signed by the department superior. The leader just happened to be on vacation."
"Yes, Sir! Understood!"
Starfish Company! They still wanted the goods?
A look of disgust appeared on Midwell's face.
Starfish Company had caused him so much trouble and he was the one to clean up the mess that they created.
They actually want to pick up the goods?
Midwell had the intention to tear Starfish Company into pieces, but he couldn't say anything.
He could only try his best to wipe off all traces.
It was best for him to draw a clear line between himself and Starfish Company now!
