"I asked." Su Mo interrupted him, "I may not have said it outright, but in my heart, I consider you all my friends. I know about your sister's illness, so I asked Zhao Yiming a long time ago. Do you want to hear the conditions he laid out?"
"Tell me!" Troy looked at Su Mo like he was holding on to his last lifeline, eyes full of hope.
Su Mo: "It's simple, just one condition—Fenrir must pledge full allegiance to Hegemony Company."
Troy's expression quickly turned distant; he seemed to collapse, as if stripped of his backbone, retreating weakly and leaning against the wall, trembling as he held his forehead.
After a long silence, he forced a few words out of his mouth: "I'll go talk to the boss..."
"Troy!..." Suddenly, a weak, hoarse voice called out.
Hibell had regained consciousness at some point.
"Hibell!" Troy quickly ran over, half-kneeling before her, gripping her cold, small hand.
