Chương 600: The Harvest and Psionicist Level

It was only after Olof departed the village when his dark expression faded away, replaced by a look of mockery.

"Boss."

Olof's subordinate who was driving suddenly looked into Olof's eyes through the rearview mirror and enquired, "Are we just letting them off the hook like this? They walked away scot-free with a vial of L compound, there must be consequences..."

"What's the harm?"

Olof leaned into the faux leather seat they installed into the truck and produced a cigar from his front pocket. Another subordinate seated next to him diligently produced a lighter and lit the cigar for him.

Olof took a heavy drag and spat clouds of heavy smoke then remarked with a brisk smile, "The company is setting the board for something big. As long as we do as we're told and sell the L compound, there's nothing for us to worry about."

"I wonder what the company is planning with this."