Shen Yuanbao's roar was like a clap of thunder.
It shook the heirs into clay idols smashed to pieces; each one stood silent as a cicada in winter, his face ashen.
"What exactly happened with the Red Creek Project? Wasn't it just that the actual reserves fell short of expectations, with a little deficit to boot? There were plenty of ways to erase it without anyone knowing. Why did you have to choose the clumsiest, most extreme, and most conspicuous one?"
Still seething, Shen Yuanbao glared and berated them. "What age is this, and you're still playing tricks like Burning the Granary with Fire Dragon? Do you really think the Superhuman Tower is a soft persimmon in the hands of our Nine Super Enterprises, something we can knead however we please?
"And you idiots even dragged internal Cosmos Group affairs together with the 'Beastfolk.' Now, those anti-war legislators will have no choice but to investigate this to the bitter end!
"You tell me—tell me—have your brains all been gnawed up by monsters? Have you all caught the Zombie Virus, turning your brains into a lump of shit? You've practically been sold off, and you're still helping count the money!
"Let me ask you: is outward expansion the Cosmos Group's business alone? Are the Shen family the only ones who stand to profit from it?
"No. Outward expansion is the shared need and common interest of the Nine Super Enterprises and the Nine Great Cultivation Families!
"Since that's the case, why should the Shen family and Cosmos Group shoulder a matter involving so many people and so many factions, stick our necks out first, and carry this damned black pot ourselves?
"Now the outside world has latched onto the Red Creek Project scandal and refuses to let go. The Shen family