Several people quickly decided the candidates, and immediately sent someone to call for Marc Fraley.
As soon as Marc entered the room, he knelt on the ground with a "thump".
He lowered his head to the ground, with an extremely submissive posture.
"Senior officials, is there anything you need from me?" Marc said, still keeping his head down, acting like their obedient dog.
The senior officials exchanged glances, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Their laughter was like knives stabbing into Marc's heart.
He still made no move to resist, but instead lowered his posture even more.
"Marc Fraley, haven't you always wanted to avenge your father?" Dashiell Garrett finally spoke up.
Marc shuddered upon hearing this.
"Sir, are you willing to avenge my father for me?" Marc's voice trembled slightly, unable to tell if he was excited or for some other reason.
Dashiell said indifferently, "That depends on how you perform."