Everyone in the conference room was furious.

"Are those stingy bastards trying to declare war on us? Do they think we'll be scared of them? What a load of nonsense!"

"Are they so impoverished that they've gone insane? Do they think they stand a chance against our trade guild?"

"I think we've been too lenient on them, and they feel like we're a bunch of pushovers. If we don't teach them a lesson, they'll only continue to get more and more arrogant!"

"I think we should all stop sending out stock for now. It's not like any of our stock is making it to our clients anyway. Instead, we should organize our people and prepare for battle against those bastards from Zans!"

Everyone was very much in agreement with this proposal.

"Seeing as everyone seems to agree with this course of action, then let's begin." Mackney paid no heed to everyone else as he continued to swirl the red wine within his goblet, looking at ripples that flashed over the surface of the wine as he did so. "Gather your men and set off for Zans. This time, we're not coming back until we receive justice!"

"Yes, Boss!" everyone replied in unison.

These wealthy merchants had come here to discuss countermeasures against the robberies with Mackney, but seeing as they already knew the identity of the mastermind behind...