Someone exaggeratedly shouted loudly, and the scene instantly overflowed with a joyful atmosphere.
Misha raised his hand slightly, suppressing the laughter of the crowd, restoring the calmness and composure that a leader should have.
"Of course, whether he's worth more of my investment still depends on his future performance."
Misha looked at Zorn again and asked, "You should have arranged the entry qualifications for the Silent Corridor, right?"
Zorn nodded, hesitated slightly, and added, "Sigel is somewhat dissatisfied. This spot for Ronan Damien was originally promised to his nephew..."
"Let his nephew wait for the next time."
Misha frowned and said coldly, "He dares to show me dissatisfaction?
He probably forgot who helped him withstand Tyrant Kanes' pressure when he transferred to the Deep Sea... he took so many benefits from me but hardly showed any value... hmph..."
Misha's gaze flickered for a moment, and suddenly he said, "Isn't he fighting for a spot for his nephew?
