Mr. Hua Teng was falling apart.
Over the past six months, the Penguin Group had taken the gaming industry by storm. The emergence of smart games had pushed the industry to new heights.
In terms of content depth and playability, smart games had advantages that ordinary games simply could not match.
As a result, in just six months, the Penguin Group had earned back every penny it had spent on the artificial intelligence gaming interface.
Mr. Hua Teng had been preparing to make his mark and expand the smart gaming market, never imagining that Phantom Immortal Technology would suddenly deal him such a heavy blow.
He was completely stunned!
Sitting in his office, he picked up the Phantom Spirit Phone on his desk, then put it down again.
Ever since he had led the Penguin Group to one peak after another, he had never been this conflicted. Yet now, he truly hesitated.
Business was business, and there was nothing inherently wrong with what Phantom Immortal Technology had done. Even if the Penguin Group suffered a loss, it could only swallow its broken teeth along with the blood.
Mr. Hua Teng understood that reasoning too.
It was just that... right now, he felt terribly wronged.
After all, he had already come to regard Phantom Immortal Technology as his leader and had planned to follow Shen Bing for the rest of his life. Then he turned around and discovered that, damn it, his own leader had screwed him over.
How could he not feel wronged?
Of course, given Mr. Hua Teng's standing and temperament, those feelings alone were not enough to leave him agonizing.
What troubled him now was whether he should call Shen Bing to sound him out.
But what if Shen Bing misunderstood the call and thought he was demanding