"Yes!"
Cheng Hui's voice trembled and his eyes were firm.
Before he finished speaking, the rice bag on his body flew into the air, as if there was a hand holding it from underneath, and appeared in front of George slowly but quickly.
George saw the special logo of Woma Warehouse on the rice bag.
A desolate and gloomy aura erupted from him, spreading around like ripples on water. The atmosphere in the air became extremely oppressive, like the early stages of a volcanic eruption.
Cheng Hui crawled on the ground, cold sweat on his forehead.
"Anything else to add?"
When George's voice sounded, Cheng Hui felt the oppressive atmosphere around him eased a lot, and he raised his head and said:
"Yes, I have been in the Demon God Chamber of Commerce for half a year. I usually pay attention to collecting information about the Demon God Cult. They have space-based ability users who have reached A-level control.
Once, a member of the Demon God Cult got drunk and let slip that they had made a big profit before the end of the world, and that the core members didn't have to worry about supplies. I was there at the time and heard it with absolute certainty."
Cheng Hui finished speaking in one breath and crawled on the ground again.
The air in the hall fell silent again.
Jason took Cheng Hui out of the hall.
After Jason and others left.
The people in the hall looked fierce, and after communicating, they made a decision.
Regardless of whether it was done by the Demon Cult.
Now the debt falls on the Demon Cult.
They must pay the price with blood, not only by returning their previous supplies but also by making compensation.
But before that, I will first collect some interest from the Demon God Cult and destroy a few branches. Let them know that the Woma Group is not to be trifled with. What you take in, you can spit out.
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