Chapter 48: There Is No Need for the Black Hemp Kingdom to Exist Anymore
"I..."
Before Hancock could say anything, Lakeman withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the people kneeling in front of him. Her words were caught in her throat.
Beside her, the butler looked at Hancock expressionlessly, as if conveying a silent warning. This made Hancock feel a strong sense of unease, as though she had done something wrong.
"In the chaotic Sabaody Archipelago, it is impossible to run a large-scale auction without sufficient skill and control," Lakeman spoke, his voice gentle, his words slow and deliberate.
"In other words, if you are deceived by your subordinates, it means that your control is not strong enough, which means that your position should have been replaced by subordinates with ambition and ability. But you are not replaced."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "There is only one answer. All of this was done by you in secret. The mastermind behind the deception of the Celestial Dragons is not any of your employees but you yourself."
The air suddenly became as cold as winter. The faces of the management team turned pale as paper.
"No, sir, we..."
Snapped!
Without Lakeman opening his mouth, the guards stepped forward and slapped the speaker away. Another person was beaten to death. These people, usually pampered and full of conspiracies and calculations, had never practiced combat. Now, under the watchful eyes of the guards, they couldn't fight back.
"..."