After watching the video, the other man showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, he turned around and accused and insulted him.
Col finally lost his temper too. He shouted, "You're the useless bastard who couldn't keep your own people in line!"
"If your people hadn't tortured mine to death, would things have ended up like this?"
"The video's already spread! What are you going to offer to appease all my furious subordinates?"
Childe Tarber slammed the table. "You want me to appease them?! A stray dog begging for scraps thinks he deserves that?!"
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Colby wasn't a Red Sun Star native, and the Shadow Soul Hunters had only been there for seventy years.
The only reason they had established themselves there was that these families had invited them in to further counterbalance the Company.
They also intended to put him in the vice chairman's seat and use his organization as a scapegoat when necessary.
So, in the eyes of these local nobles, their image amounted to this:
"Filthy outsiders! You came to our Red Sun Star to beg!"
"We gave you a few scraps, so shut up and obey!"
Although the Shadow Soul Hunters had grown rapidly in strength over the years, that deep-seated discrimination had never stopped.
Faced with Childe Tarber's malicious humiliation and complete lack of sincerity,
Colby knew his attempts at negotiation had utterly failed.
Someone had already distributed the video in his hands far and wide.
It had spread throughout the Shadow Soul Hunters.
With the final instigator dying a brave, loyal death, there was now no surviving witness to challenge the account.
Not only had it deeply inflamed Colby's middle- and lower-ranking subordinates, but the man had become everyone's hero and role model!
In particular, the woman had still