Shen Yuanbao's roar was like a clap of thunder.
It shook the successors until they turned into clay figurines that were torn to shreds. All of them went silent as their faces turned ashen.
"What exactly is going on with the Red Creek Project? Isn't it just that the actual reserves aren't up to expectations and that there's a small deficit? There are many ways to flatten it without anyone knowing. Why does it have to be the crudest, most extreme, and most dramatic one?"
Shen Yuanbao was still fuming. He glared and berated them. "What era is this? Why are you still using the 'fire dragon burning the warehouse' trick?! Do you really think that the Supernatural Tower is a soft persimmon in the hands of the nine mega corporations and that we can do whatever we want?