How could he not feel envious?
Anger followed by envy.
Just like a snake that has grown two heads, it began to gnaw at Fedok 3's rationality.
His breathing became unavoidably heavy.
Then, he raised his voice—
"Losa 11, do you not realize what you are facing?"
"It's the 'Hundred Major Families'!"
"It's all of us!"
"Do you think your opposition will be effective? Do you think this 'negotiation' is just a 'negotiation'?"
"This is a 'notification'!"
"A notification, understand?"
Fedok 3's final words were almost a roar.
The loud voice echoed throughout the entire conference room, bringing with it waves of echoes.
And after shouting out everything, Fedok 3 felt relieved.
The remaining heirs of the 'Hundred Major Families' felt relieved as well.
They were here to notify, after all.
Why should they fear the man before them?
Thinking of this, the heirs, who were just curled up a bit, straightened their backs one by one.
They turned their gaze toward Losa 11.
