While Chu Sheng was comfortably sleeping and having sweet dreams in the abandoned Secret Realm.
The outside world, especially the White Eagle Empire, was in an uproar.
「White Eagle Capital, the White House.」
Inside the President's office, the atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife.
"BANG!"
It was a loud crash.
The current president of the White Eagle Empire, a middle-aged man with white hair, slammed a thick file hard onto his desk.
His face was flushed, veins bulging on his neck, as he roared at the men in black standing before him:
"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?!"
"Half a month! An entire half a month!"
"Our Grand Canyon mining vein was destroyed! The Royal Garden is bare! Even our most important strategic-level Demon Beast breeding base has become a ghost town!"
"The losses exceed thirty trillion! Thirty *quadrillion*! You bunch of useless fools, what the hell are the taxpayers paying you for?!"
The president trembled with anger.
