"Alright, guys, this is grave... We are in a critical situation right now, on which I can't even begin to emphasize enough!"
>My God, it really must be quite grave. I have never seen that look on his face. What crisis must have befallen on Black Mamba now, I wonder?< wondered Lin Cheng, a worrisome expression crawling up his face.
The Seer's grim expression and mood radiated throughout the entire room, infecting every member that sat around the table. Sweat built up at their skin pores in that unventilated and dusky room. Things were never cheerful and bright in that room. It was always business deep and dire business...
"Our Black Mamba... Does not have any BLACK MAMBA'S!"
>Shit! We have been blind! IT IS TRUE WE DON'T HAVE ANY BLACK MAMABA'S? AS IN OUR BLACK MAMABA HOUSE OF EXCELLENCY!< Lin Cheng, surprised, almost threw himself off the seat with the sheer shock of the realization.
