Nighttime, in the capital's highest meeting hall.
"Damn it, these damn bastards!!!"
Long Zhanguo looked at the media news. Except for the Demon Alliance's big three companies, almost all the other factories and businesses had closed down and stopped selling food. He was so angry that his face turned red. He slammed the table and stood up.
Huang Mengguo's expression darkened as he said fiercely, "Looks like we can't control these unscrupulous manufacturers and merchants without some thunderous methods."
Xuanyuan Wangrui's face was cold as he said, "I support the use of thunderous methods."
"What kind of method? Does it involve killing them? I also support this."
Long Zhanguo couldn't bear to watch these inhumane people.
It was unbearable to see them trying to harvest money from national disasters.
