Facing the questions and anger of his subordinates, Shaw felt somewhat helpless. He was under the control of the Church Court, and it was simply impossible to break free from it. Thus, he could only continue to obey the commands of the Church Court. The Old Madam was a formidable figure; at least, that's what Shaw thought. Shaw knew that if the Old Madam wanted him dead, there were at least ten thousand ways to do it.
So, Shaw understood the formidable nature of the situation, and he had no choice but to submit, to succumb. Faced with all of this, all he could do was grit his teeth and endure. He sighed and said, "Gentlemen, stop talking about it and prepare for our trip to the United States!"
"Shaw, are we really going to conquer America for that old witch?" The blond man complained.
"What else can we do?" Shaw shrugged, then said helplessly, "I don't wish for all of this either, but I believe you all understand the pros and cons!"
