Marc Fraley's face was covered with frost.
He couldn't believe that the obedient dog before him would dare to speak such outrageous words!
"Do you know what you're doing?" Marc's tone was filled with cold and threat.
Dudley Lynch, standing not far away, spoke in an equally unpleasant tone: "Of course I know what I'm doing."
"Mr. Marc, if I work for you, you have to give me some benefits."
Marc couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You're just a dog. I throw you a bone, you have to catch it. If I don't throw it, you don't even have shit to eat!"
Dudley was prepared to tear his face off.
He stood not far away and said calmly, "I don't think so."
"Fine! Dudley, let me tell you a truth." Marc leaned back with his hands behind his back, a look of indifference on his face.
He paced back and forth in the room, talking as he walked: "You must realize that for those in power, they always need to cultivate a villain to eliminate hidden opponents and clear the way of obstacles."