Listening to the report with growing fury, the Governor's expression was ugly and a fierce, suffocating aura emanated from his body as if he was ready to destroy everything in the room.
Standing a couple of feet from him, the butler trembled slightly, cold beads of sweat dripping down from his forehead without pause.
He rarely saw the Governor this furious, and the few times it happened, he had learned his lesson to always keep quiet and stay unnoticed.
"What are those bastards doing?" the Governor roared, thick veins protruded on his forehead like writhing snakes.
He really wanted to shred the Du clan into pieces with his bare hands.
He had expected them to go against the Thousand Wealth Chamber, but he was wrong, completely.
With how arrogant and prideful they were, yet they were quiet against the Thousand Wealth Chamber that had killed members of their clans.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect the Du Clan would be this quiet, this infuriatingly passive.
