"Understood, boss, don't worry, I can do it." After Bianyi made his promise, Shen Qiang hung up the phone. Wenren Meiqiao, sitting behind the desk, charmingly said with a hint of helplessness, "Shen Qiang, your ferocity is too intense. Those cultivators are all sources of wealth, yet you demand that not a single one be left alive."
Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow calmly and said, "In my pharmaceutical lab, not only are there over 130 alchemists refining Elixir Pills, but more importantly, the lab is producing Thermophilic Streptococcus Liquid urgently needed by ordinary people, and developing various antibacterial vaccines. Those are efforts poured from the heart. If they were to be destroyed, tens of thousands of patients who could have been treated in time would die due to the unavailability of medication."
Wenren Meiqiao frowned, seemingly wanting to say something.
