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#1875 - The harmonious atmosphere was broken (Part 1)

As Mol had anticipated for decades, his exploitation plan was perfectly implemented.

The weak Potter race's high-ranking officials had become mere fillings in a sandwich.

He only needed to constantly pressure the Potter race's higher-ups, and they would fulfill his demands.

Mol looked at his subordinates and said, "What's the situation with the Potter race?"

One of the people below stood up and said, "The latest batch of equipment has been delivered, and the quality is as good as ever."

"But the quantity... is five percent short of the target we set."

Hearing this, Mol's expression turned slightly cold. "Five percent short? Hmph, it seems these Potter race officials aren't under enough pressure."

"Pass down the order to continue pressuring the Potter race's higher-ups in the near future. From now on, they must exceed the target, and they must never fail to meet the standard."

The subordinate said with some difficulty, "Lord Mol, according to our tests, the Potter race beings have reached their limit. If this continues, I'm afraid some of them will be worked to death."

Mol said, "What did you say? Worked to death? So what if one or two Potter race people die! What's the big deal?"

The subordinate didn't speak; he was just symbolically advising Mol.

He didn't really care whether the Potter race beings lived or died.

The reason he had that expression just now was entirely to avoid taking the blame.

If something like that really happened and he hadn't reported it, he would definitely be the one to suffer.

Now that he had reported the matter and Mol had approved it, he wouldn't be responsible for anything that happened afterward.

Working under Mol, one must learn to shirk responsibility and foresee potential pitfalls.

If one couldn't do that, the ending would often be death when one was truly blamed.

Many of his predecessors in this position had died that way.

As a clever and resourceful Chaos God race member, he didn't want to perish.

The other high-ranking officials under Mol said:

"Lord Mol is right. What's the big deal if one or two of these Potter race beings, who continuously create value for us, die!"

"We're doing this for their own good. If they can't even endure this little bit of hardship, how can they achieve higher skills!"

"Yes, it's a pity that those Potter race beings can't understand our good intentions and think we're harming them. It's really sad."

"They are naturally good at crafting equipment, and this move of ours will enable them to climb to the peak in continuous crafting!"

......

After saying this, all the high-ranking officials present laughed.

They knew the underlying meaning of what they had just said.

What bullshit about helping the Potter race climb to the peak was just a nicer way of putting it.

They had to justify their actions with a grand cause!

They had to say the nice things when they needed to, regardless of whether it was a concept swap.

The atmosphere in the conference room was harmonious, and everyone seemed to have foreseen a bright future.

Even Mol was smiling happily with them.

Just then, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

It was the kind of hasty and hurried push.

An ordinary Chaos God race member walked in with a panicked expression.

Instantly breaking the harmonious atmosphere in the conference room.

Many Chaos God race high-ranking officials showed displeasure on their faces.

Some even had fierce looks, as if they would make this ordinary Chaos God race member who broke into the conference room bleed on the spot if he didn't give a reasonable explanation!

Mol's expression was the same. He frowned slightly and said:

"What happened? Why are you so flustered?"

The ordinary Chaos God race member who came in felt that he might have disturbed the interest of the adults because of his anxiety.

Cold sweat had unknowingly soaked his whole body, and he stammered, "L... Lord... something bad happened!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mol slapped him to the ground.

They were just happy, and suddenly someone ran in and said something bad had happened.

Who could accept this?

"You better tell me a bad reason, or you probably won't survive today."

Feeling the killing intent coming from Mol, the ordinary Chaos God race member got up from the ground and quickly said:

"Lord Mol, just now a group of indigenous armies descended on our Area 615."

Mol didn't realize the seriousness of the matter yet and said with a careless tone:

"Isn't it just a group of indigenous armies descending on our Area 615? Why make such a fuss?"

"Just kill them!"

Other Chaos God race high-ranking officials also said:

"Lord Mol is right. Just kill them. It's not like this hasn't happened before all these years."

"He really doesn't have a firm mind. How can he achieve great things in the future if he's so scared by this little thing?"

"When he came in, I thought the sky had fallen. He scared me for nothing. It turned out to be such a trivial matter."

"Damn it, he ruined all my fun for nothing. You really deserve to die!"...

This ordinary Chaos God race member, who wasn't good at expressing himself, completely perished under the killing intent of the high-ranking officials.

Mol looked at the other Chaos God race high-ranking officials and said, "Let's continue discussing what we were talking about just now. Don't let this little thing ruin our fun."

The door of the conference room had just closed when it was rudely pushed open again.

This time it was Mol and the others who were puzzled.

They really wanted to ask what day it was today, why everyone was so clumsy.

Had they completely forgotten the lessons of the past?

Looking at the communication soldier who broke in, Mol felt a little uneasy.

Under normal circumstances, there was no need for a communication soldier to appear. The other party's appearance could only mean one thing, that the current situation was very bad.

Mol said, "What exactly happened?"

The communication soldier recited the information already memorized in his mind extremely quickly.

"Latest urgent report: A group of indigenous armies of unknown origin has descended on our Area 615, completely surrounding the area we are in!"

"Latest urgent report: Our Chaos God race army was caught off guard in a panic and broke through three lines of defense in a row!"

"Latest urgent report: Our Area 615 territory is constantly falling, and we have now lost one-sixth... the rest is disappearing at an alarming rate."

"Latest urgent report: The only information we can obtain about this group of enemies is that the highest leader is called Emperor Qin, and we know nothing else."...

A series of urgent reports were recited from the communication soldier's mouth.

After saying these urgent reports, he added, "The only information we obtained was sent to us by the other party voluntarily."

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