"Not selling anymore?!"
After listening to the report from his subordinate, Sindison, who was drinking tea and flipping through the newspaper, was stunned on the spot and stopped turning the pages.
Standing at the edge of the table, the salesman nodded his head helplessly and said,
"Yes sir, we went to the frontline detachment of the Giant Stone City Militia Group and proposed to the commander to buy the remains of the mucosal entities. However, they didn't even listen to our offer and blocked us right outside the door—"
"The reason?!" Sindison interrupted him anxiously, grabbing the armrests of his chair and speaking righteously, "Don't they know that leaving those mucosal remains unattended could lead to a severe plague?"
"I... I'm not sure," the nervous salesman said quietly, looking at his boss, "Their reason was that the Alliance authorities had taken over that batch of mucosal entities."
Sindison was baffled.
Alliance authorities had taken over?
