The middle-aged secretary remained silent for a long time, simply staring at Yuan Qingshan.
He seemed to be searching for the right words.
Yuan Qingshan glared straight back. "What, you want to bully an old man like me?"
"Oh, oh, this won't do. My heart hurts."
"That old ailment I picked up at Demon-Suppressing Pass is about to flare up again."
"Getting old really takes its toll..."
"Oh, oh."
"Kid, let me make this clear today. Either you take the Reserve Corps' money too, or you haven't taken mine either. Give it back."
"I've fought on battlefields for decades, and I've never taken a loss like this."
"Even Sun Yingxiong has to call me his senior when he sees me. If you don't believe me, go back and ask him whether I beat him up every day back at Ink Academy."
He took another two puffs from his Tobacco Pipe, looking thoroughly content, as though the word "shameless" were written all over his face.
Don't like it? Come get me!
As the middle-aged secretary pondered, his gaze landed on the Reserve Corps' deputy general in the meeting room.
"No way!"
"We've shed blood for the human race too!"
"The boys earned every bit of it through their own abilities. Can't they get paid for doing work?"
The dark-skinned man glared, exuding a fierce air.
There was nothing he could do.
The middle-aged secretary withdrew his gaze, feeling somewhat drained. "It'll... be returned to you later."
He had lost.
The contest had barely begun before he was crushed.
"Now that's more like it."
"Old Codgers like us are still willing to firmly uphold every policy of the Ink Pavilion and support them unconditionally!"
Yuan Qingshan casually set his Tobacco Pipe on the conference table and took a small sip of the