"Pop."
The Ratman braked and stopped in front of Bald Jack.
The mushrooms here don't just push forward; they can also produce a counterforce, which means braking.
As the Ratman finished talking, he just happened to stop his short body beside Bald Jack.
Judging by the Ratman's suit and notebook in hand, he must be Bald Jack's secretary.
"Hey, quite gutsy. Which companies are involved?" Bald Jack grinned, shaking his cigar: "You've noted them all down, right?"
"Noted them down." The Ratman's eyes were small, almost blind, and his voice was sharp.
He coughed lightly and said, "Ironhoof Agricultural Company, Philiris Mining, Bobby Giant Hammer Processing Group..."
Five minutes later, the Ratman finished reading the list.
Bald Jack nodded slightly and burst into laughter: "Haha, Watson's move was indeed brilliant! Drew them all out!"
"Chairman, do you need me to knock some sense into them?" the Ratman asked from the side.
