"Why are there still so many left?"
Inside the workshop that produced Joy Potion, Suo Na Lun, the Rulers of the entire factory, grabbed the remaining Laughing Pills from a wooden crate.
The day before yesterday had been the day Black Shell City distributed Laughing Pills to all its citizens.
Based on past experience, the Laughing Pills in the workshop would be snapped up in no time. Even any surplus would be siphoned away layer by layer by those responsible for distributing them.
In the end, the result Suo Na Lun received was always, "The Laughing Pills have all been distributed."
But now, an entire large wooden crate of Laughing Pills sat before Suo Na Lun, with at least ten thousand pills inside by rough estimate.
The city only had a population of a little over a hundred and fifty thousand. How could more than ten thousand Laughing Pills still be left over?
It was far too abnormal.
"My lord, I don't know what happened either."
A man so fat he resembled a ball kept wiping the cold sweat beading on his forehead as he spoke.
"How many Laughing Pills did you and your subordinates take for yourselves?"
Suo Na Lun looked over the man and the subordinates behind him.
Laughing Pills were the true hard currency of this city, far more valuable than coins such as Eagle Claw Coins.
Over the years, everyone in this city had become addicted to Laughing Pills, to the point where many had reached the stage of "I can go without food, but I must have Laughing Pills."
Thus, the humans responsible for distributing the Laughing Pills could live quite comfortably in this city just by scooping up a handful for themselves.
"I... how would I dare, my lord?" The man looked deeply aggrieved.