Insects and Insects

In the silence, no one spoke in the conference channel.

More precisely, they had finally started pulling long faces.

A solution. What other solution could there be?

Nothing more than killing.

If everyone went as crazy as you, kill, kill, kill—were we supposed to stop living our lives?!

After all, he was a mad dog. He had barely walked through the door before baring his teeth at everyone... Don't fucking forget, the Seven Cities belonged to all of us. This wasn't a place for you to throw your weight around.

"Looks like the disagreement between Mister Ji and everyone else is a little greater than expected." Garisto sighed. "As for a solution, I think we should take a long-term view. We shouldn't hurt everyone's harmony over something so insignificant."

"What harmony? I don't see any. If you don't want to listen and don't want to learn, then why did you come to me? To tell jokes?"

Ji Jue waved a hand coldly, too lazy to waste any more time. "Enough. I've heard this farce through. Go home and sort out your own mess. I sincerely hope that after the Calamity Wind passes, I'll still see you all looking so spirited."

His avatar was the first to go dark. Then Minkler smiled faintly and disconnected.

After a brief silence in the conference channel, one person after another left. Only Fernan remained, quietly staring at the blackened screen before him, exhaustion written all over his face. He opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he closed his eyes and waved a hand.

The screen shut off.

The meeting had ended, but anyone could guess that another meeting was probably already underway in secret.

And who else could that meeting be targeting besides Ji Jue? With