"We've already done enough." One of the higher-ups sounded pretty sarcastic.
"Phoebe Billy, what's your take?" someone suddenly asked.
Something weird flickered across Phoebe Billy' face.
"Look, with what I've got right now, I can't take on Mason Raymond. And Ms. Zackary's the one really calling the shots here—I'm pretty much useless," Phoebe Billy jumped at the chance to say.
"Why don't the senior executives handle this themselves?" Phoebe Billy suddenly threw out there.
The room went dead quiet when he said that.
Nobody wanted to touch that subject.
From how they were acting, Phoebe Billy figured he'd hit on something.
"Hold up—what's that thing Mason Raymond's got in the footage?" Someone spotted the image Mason Raymond was controlling on screen.
"What kind of weapon is that? It just melted through the Martial Saint's power like it was nothing?"
"What are those two bodies?"
For a bit, all the executives got sucked into watching the video.
