"really."

Ning Fan narrowed his eyes. "But I'm curious. Didn't Mr. Soko say before that you still have to pay tribute to District H?"

Soko fell silent.

Ning Fan's lips curled up. "If you give us half of the share, will Region H be unhappy?"

Without waiting for Soko to speak, Ning Fan lowered his voice.

"By then, we'll be the ones snatching food from District H. It'll be hard to explain!"

"You said so?"

Soko still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were as gloomy as dead water.

Everyone in the conference room held their breath and focused their attention on him.

After a long time, Soko smiled again.

"Please rest assured, Commander Ning. We will find a way to deal with Region H..."

"What can we do? Could Region A possibly conjure up more resources out of thin air?"

Ning Fan interrupted him with a smile, then added, "How about you think of another plan? I heard there's a [Ten Thousand Souls Level] expert in District H. Don't mess with him, don't mess with him!"

Soko took a deep breath and didn't drag his feet.

"Since Commander Ning has concerns, I will think about it again."

"Well, think about it."

The phone was hung up.

The moment the call was hung up, Soko threw the phone directly on the table.

The smile on his face had completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a gloomy look on his face.

"He's not after the [Path of Grace] at all."

"He...just wants to fight!"

"Beat us until we surrender to him!"