"How dare they! How dare they!" A person stood by the tree, punching the trunk. The rough, old bark caved in forming a fist-deep depression, through which a hint of the tender yellow branch was visible.
"What do you mean? Is Flying Tiger Organization really humiliating us like this?"
"Are you just going to let them humiliate us like this?" The narrator watched as the person's facial expression fluctuated between bright and dark.
These wealthy merchants, indeed of low rank, fought to climb to level one with great effort. They hadn't been invited by any organization, nor would they have accepted such invitations, as they preferred survival over serving others like mere cattle.
"I think we should unite. Even though our level is low, we are not targets to be manipulated at will."
