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The Despair still floated above City A.

More than a month had passed since then.

City B, Furong Consortium headquarters.

The consortium's dozens of major shareholders were currently arguing in the conference room.

A bald old man with small eyes said furiously, "What do we do now? That spaceship is still above City A, and nearly all our investment projects there have been paralyzed."

"Heh, you should count yourself lucky. The Lone Star Consortium, Xigu Consortium, and Bankers Association, whose headquarters are in City A, are practically crying for their mothers right now," another middle-aged man with a cigar clenched between his teeth reminded him.

Another old man with age spots all over his face spoke up. "Can't we have the New World Group figure out a way to deal with that spaceship? This can't go on!"

"If you want to die, don't drag us down with you."

"Exactly."

"Can't you see what the New World Group is thinking? They're deliberately dragging this out. Don't forget what happened to the Silver Fir Association last week."

At the mention of the Silver Fir Association, everyone's hearts tightened involuntarily.

Kurapika was clearly not a softhearted person. He could fight Boros for the tens of millions of ordinary people in City A, but he was also decisive and ruthless.

The Silver Fir Association had been the consortium that could not resist stepping forward, and they had become the chicken Kurapika killed to scare the monkeys.

The reason was simple: they had obstructed the New World Group's fight against the aliens, intending to collude with them and enslave all humanity.

Didn't believe it?

Hadn't they seen the spaceship above City A? Hadn't they seen the New World Group constantly reinforcing and upgrading City A's defenses?

As long as that spaceship remained above City A,