"Those YT people again." A murderous glint flashed in Anderson's eyes. He hated those insatiable bastards to the bone; even after eating and drinking their fill, they still wanted to snatch more. "Find the exact location of that account immediately. Send people to watch them closely. We absolutely cannot let them escape. Once SL and RL are dealt with, I'll personally capture them."
"Understood!"
After hanging up, Anderson's expression turned extremely grim. He then dialed another number. "Hello, I want to see Mr. Harvey."
At eight o'clock Bald Eagle time, the stock exchange opened again. This time, the entrance was already packed with people. The eyes of those standing at the very front were bloodshot. Their only purpose in coming here was to get back the money tied up in their positions as quickly as possible. After a night of fear and anxiety, they had had enough. Now that the market had finally opened, how could they dare waste any time?
"Orlik, should we wait a little longer? Maybe this is all a misunderstanding." A thin, wiry man quietly asked the tall, honest-looking man beside him. This man was named Jisbo, a businessman who could be considered part of Bald Eagle high society, yet he had lost tens of millions in a single day yesterday.
"Jisbo, what are you still hoping for? Does anyone taken in by National Security ever come back out? You know what those top-level managers are like. It's as if their heads are stuffed with shit; they don't care in the slightest whether we live or die. If you're still naïve enough to think that way, you'll be a pauper by tomorrow." Orlik spoke in a low, furious voice. He had long since lost his usual gentlemanly manner and calm temperament, gritting his teeth like