Inside the hall, Lu Wentian listened to Song Mingzhe, slowly picked up a game piece, and instinctively argued, "We agreed before that we'd refine a batch of pills over these six months and hand fifty over to the higher-ups all at once. In theory, that was plenty of time. We could do it. But now? More and more people know about these pills. Today, one 'higher-up' comes asking for two extra, and tomorrow, some big shot wants another two to hand out as favors. The fifty we agreed on became a hundred, then two hundred... Heh."
He slowly set down the piece and looked calmly at Song Mingzhe. "Brother Song, every one of these people wears your organization's badge on their chest. We can't afford to offend a single one. The higher-ups keep demanding more. To satisfy them, we have to kill more people and increase production... But when I kill more people, you say I'm not keeping a low profile and just do whatever I please."
"Heh. Then tell me, what am I supposed to do?"
"Yesterday, a Fourth Grade Supernatural Ability User from the Ministry of War came here. The moment he walked in, he demanded we refine three Great Dao Divine Strength Pills for him. He wanted them urgently, too-gave us just eight days. He said if I couldn't make them, he'd smash my furnace."
"You tell me, do I give him those pills or not? Do I listen to you, or to him?"
At that, Lu Wentian slowly raised his head and looked at Song Mingzhe with a smile.
Seated opposite him, Song Mingzhe looked down at the board and suddenly laughed. "Heh. You know plenty of big shots now. Fourth Grade Supernatural Ability Users at every turn. Heh. Of course you should listen to whoever