You take the damn blame for everything!!
Listening to the other party's utterly serious tone, Soap couldn't help rolling his eyes and complaining inwardly. If he hadn't witnessed Borton's fate with his own eyes, he might really have believed this nonsense...
The Conference Room remained oppressively silent for nearly half an hour. Soap was so tense that every muscle in his body had tightened, yet he had to pretend to be perfectly calm. He couldn't help thinking, This secret treasure can isolate the auras of those big shots, but I wonder if it can also keep their fists and feet away from me when they lose their tempers and attack?
But there was no way to ask now. The powerhouse possessed by Gou Dan had left with Vayne after leaving behind the secret treasure, so even if he wanted to ask, there was no one to ask.
"You make a good point..."
Who knew how much time had passed? Perhaps only a few minutes, but to Soap, it had felt almost as long as a century. At last, the leading elder, Staya, spoke.
The moment she opened her mouth, she first stopped the elders who wanted to speak with a look. Then, in an even tone, she said, "You're right. According to what we said before, although we could gain immediate benefits, we'd inevitably offend the entire Abyssal Demon race. That wouldn't be a good thing. Although using your method will cause us to lose something in the short term, in the long run, it will indeed be better..."
"Elder Staya, I'm glad you've come around..." Soap felt relieved inside, but on the surface, he merely smiled calmly, as if he had known all along that she would answer this way.
"Go on..." Staya smiled. "What are the specific arrangements?