It was a fancy room. Inside the room, a working desk had been placed in front of a clear window. The desk was made out of expensive wood, and it was the type of desk one bought to put on airs. The center of the room had a sofa made out of soft and expensive leather. A large display cabinet located in the corner of the room contained expensive collectibles and items that could make one hold one’s head up high.

However, in a manner unbefitting the high-quality furniture, the owner of the room was behaving unseemly.

“Fuck! Shit!”

Dongin had been repeating those two words for a while as if he thought they would save him from the danger looming over him. However, those words weren’t an incantation to a spell. They couldn't do anything.

Dul-kuhng!

He had locked the door to his office, but the door started to scream in protest.

Dal-kahk! Dal-kahk! Boom! Boom!

The door handle moved, and Dongin heard the poundings. Cold sweat ran down his face.

‘Where did it all go wrong!’

The worst-case situation had befallen him.

Armstrong city had suddenly gone down, and his company’s operation to gather moonstones had ground to a halt. This meant that the prospects of Connectors and moonstone-related industries had crashed. The stocks of these companies had hit rock bottom, and their employees had become restless.

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