"Wave a hand to obliterate?"
"Is that what he said?"
In the sixth-floor office of Donghuang Heavy Industry, a vibrant and confident woman sat in the boss's chair, one foot propped up on the desk, the other leg crossed, a gray mink draped over her shoulder, her thick black eyebrows tightly knit together, her whole being exuding an aura of danger.
The mug on the table trembled under the pressure, clattering against the tabletop.
"According to the information sent back by Boss Lian Jin, it's... a casual obliteration."
Yang Ruoyu spoke as she discreetly retreated towards the door, and by the time she finished speaking, she had already stepped outside.
A loud explosion was heard from inside the room, followed by the sound of shattering glass.
Then came the angry roar of Lord Lian, like a mother tiger.
"Those damn old men are just bragging, waving a hand to obliterate? Why not say a fart would sink the whole Four Nations Alliance directly?!"
