บท 385: Me. Beelzebub is tyrant.

 On the other side in the Feng Internationals, the air was already cold and tense. People were on the edge, staking both their life and death.

"Did President Feng have to walk on the eggshells early in the morning? Why is his mood bent more on the Devil mode?"

"Do we stand with any right to complain? He is the mighty President of this organization. We could only take his given hard times and punishments".

The people were grumbling among themselves, complaining about the situation they were struck in but they also knew that they would not be saved until and unless they complete the task they have been asked to.

But right then a cold voice struck their bones, making their face go pale as paper. Their bodies trembled when they realized that they had been caught backbiting their Boss. Something that was truly sinful and highly punishable in Feng Internationals.