Panic
"What?"
Demville's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He secretly thought, Damn, I hope the Armored Nightmare really does eat you!
Then I wouldn't have to have nightmares every day. Who could've imagined that the name Armored Nightmare had some inexplicable connection to Li Bai?
Anyone who'd been hit with such an outrageous bill couldn't possibly keep chatting calmly with the other party.
But the information Li Bai had let slip seemed to mean things were developing in the direction Demville least wanted to see.
"What do you think, Mr. Chairman?"
Li Bai shot back.
Letting a beast eat people took some nerve. It was downright inhuman!
Did Demville think Li Bai wouldn't send a two-finger-wide note to the United Nations? The French government would seize the guy immediately, tie him to the gates of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, and set him on fire as a sacrifice to the heavens!
Even the French government wouldn't dare take the blame for this. Who'd given him the nerve to defy the whole world and cross such a line?!
Still, Li Bai couldn't quite figure one thing out. He'd only given them a fake "Dragon Pearl"—Tears of an Angel—yet somehow they'd managed to create a monster like the Armored Nightmare. Whether the two were connected remained anyone's guess for now.
"I, I, I..."
Demville, chairman of France's Lihai'er Conglomerate, was so furious he could barely speak, yet he had no answer.
All he'd wanted was to make money. He hadn't thought much beyond that.
As for the mad scientist Dr. Moller, he was probably thinking about nothing but science and wouldn't consider anything else. In the end, scientists were bound to be the ones who destroyed the world.
"I'm telling you, I just wanted to make money!"
Things had come