"Thud, thud, thud..."
The secretary-general's words made Abe Jiro's pupils contract sharply, his heart pounding like a drum as cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
"Abe Jiro, what else do you have to explain?!"
The killing intent in Carl Jones's voice seemed to burst from between clenched teeth, and her eyes were nearly consumed by fury.
If Abe Ikyo really was the deputy leader of the Eternal Night Church, then their previous high-profile search of the Sakura Special Zone had been a complete joke.
Thinking of how they had searched the Sakura Special Zone so thoroughly yet found nothing, and how the Beautiful Special District had been toyed with like a bunch of clowns, Carl Jones felt her fury surge straight to her head.
Derry Jones and the others behind her also wore expressions of boundless rage, their terrifying killing intent spreading through the room.
For a moment, the entire conference room was filled with icy killing intent, and even the temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees.
Abe Jiro's body trembled under that killing intent. His pupils shrank sharply as fear relentlessly assailed his nerves.
Bang...
Abe Jiro staggered backward, instantly knocking over the chair behind him. But he had no time to care about that. After forcing himself to steady his body, an anxious and terrified expression immediately appeared on his face.
"No, that's impossible! Secretary-General, District Chief Carl, this must be a misunderstanding! My ancestor cannot possibly be the deputy leader of the Eternal Night Church! Yes, this must be Dragon Glory's scheme—a scheme by Dragon Glory against the Sakura Special Zone!!!"
Abe Jiro had completely lost his usual composure. All that remained was hysteria and unconcealable terror.
"Heh... District Chief Abe, to put it bluntly, a mere Sakura Special Zone isn't worthy of Dragon Glory's attention."