The industrial roar of Cybertron seemed never-ending.
But in the top-floor conference room at the Weisren Heavy Industry headquarters in Hub City, the atmosphere was as heavy as the dead of winter.
The arrival of a figure shattered the office's usual calm.
Rhine.
He wore a perfectly pressed black suit, his body exuding an oppressive aura from a powerful Magic Source.
He walked through the busy office area, and the employees subconsciously made way for him, their gazes filled with awe and curiosity.
Rhine pushed open the conference room door without hesitation.
Allen, Colin, Vera, and Lina were all there, seemingly in the middle of a heated discussion.
"Boss, I'm here."
"Good. Take a seat and wait. Vera, you can continue."
"Over the past week, five of our seven major distributors in the Greystone Plane, the Dolan Star Ring, and the Blackwater Marsh have unilaterally terminated their partnership agreements."
