"Hmm? Boss?"
Lehman was somewhat surprised by Borne's sudden appearance. It was so late—he hadn't expected the boss to have time to come by.
"How many people are still at the trading company right now?"
With time running short, Borne got straight to the point.
"Uh?"
Though Lehman did not understand why, he immediately replied, "Including the children, there are more than five hundred and thirty people here!"
"That many..."
Borne felt a headache coming on.
And most of them were children. Moving so many people at once without drawing attention would be impossible.
"What happened?"
Seeing Borne's grave expression, Lehman sensed that something urgent must have occurred.
Borne kept it brief and gave him a simple explanation of the situation.
The moment Lehman heard it, he realized the seriousness of it. The trading company he had painstakingly built over the past few years might be caught up in this, and his eyes instantly reddened.
He hurried to the window and discovered that quite a few unfamiliar people had appeared at the street intersections in front and behind the building.
He immediately understood that the military had begun sealing off the major roads.
"There are too many people. If we move them now, not only will the military notice, even the cultists will realize something is wrong."
Though it pained him to think of his life's work, people were more important.
They could not act recklessly, especially not the Lehman Trading Company, whose main business was medicinal materials. Most of its large orders came directly or indirectly from the military!
If they rashly acted and disrupted the military's arrangements, allowing the cultists to escape and offending the military, the Lehman Trading Company would have no place left in Nether. Every trading company in Nether knew that the military was not