"You—do you even know what you are saying?" A woman in her late thirties looked at Mo Qiang with a slight look of surprise on her face. Of course, she didn't recognise Mo Qiang as she was wearing a disillusionment mask.
It was a mask which morphed the features of a person in such a way that no one could recognise who was the person wearing it.
"I think I was very much clear in stating my demands," remarked Mo Qiang as she sipped on the matcha tea. "I want you to stop all kinds of trades that you have with the Chen family. Of course, if you refuse then we as the team of All Hail Mother Nature, will cancel our contract."
"Though it will be a bit damaging to our reputation—I would rather not continue working with those who support those who have insulted our honour," Mo Qiang said with her legs spread wide and her elbows resting on her knee as she looked at the woman whose face had gone purple.
