Recently, Gis hadn't been going to his own office much, because inside, he had killed a large number of craftsmen in one fell swoop.
The gaps between the floorboards there might occasionally still ooze red bloodstains, which he found disgusting.
As much as he was ruthless and brutal in killing, he still found those bloodstains nauseating and felt they tainted his refined tastes.
In a new room, his side was again filled with craftsmen, their faces etched with difficulty, each of them silent as if chilled to the bone.
They had all been newly promoted to managers, or rather, persons in charge. These individuals were talented in the technical field, and they were there to report on the results of their experiments in the recent period.
A craftsman, drenched in sweat, finally stepped forward after being nudged by his peers and started to explain, "Sir, we truly cannot concoct this formula... It's too enigmatic, we have no idea where to even begin."
