The Left Emissary's fierce voice was enough to terrify anyone, "What did you say?"
The subordinate knelt on the ground, trembling as he spoke, "All the warehouses in the city have been emptied."
The Left Emissary slammed his palm onto the table, which splintered into pieces, "Who did this?"
"Tang Jinghong." He wasn't sure who it was, but a scapegoat was necessary, and Tang Jinghong was the most suitable candidate.
"It's Tang Jinghong again!" The Left Emissary gritted his teeth in frustration and helplessness, "Go and get our stuff back!"
"Yes, sir!" The subordinate took the order and left, while the Left Emissary looked as terrifying as a man-eater.
"Wait!" The Left Emissary called him back, knowing that anything that fell into Tang Jinghong's hands was unlikely to be recovered. Sending subordinates to retrieve it was akin to sending them to their deaths. Currently short on manpower, losing any more would mean he'd be left with no one useful.
