This sudden appearance of funds not only completely kicked Fabian out of the game, even Softwin and Quantum Fund were screwed.
“How can this be?”
Inside Softwin’s headquarters, Echo watched the candlestick chart of the Sun Dollars foreign exchange that looked as if it had been beheaded. Cold sweat started pouring out from his body like there was a full power showerhead spraying above him.
Echo, whose mouth was dry and hands and feet were cold, felt as though his legs were floating, as if he was stepping on a cloud. The candlestick chart in front of him felt so unreal.
“M-Mr. Welch.”
A subordinate ran to him in a hurry and said with an unpleasant expression on his face, “The chairman is here.”
With just four words, the coldness of Echo’s hands and feet quickly spread throughout his body. He felt as if he had committed a heinous crime and had nowhere to run. Right now, he was being escorted to the execution ground to wait for the final bullet.
“W-Where is he?” Echo asked dryly.
“I’m already here.”
Behind him was an extremely deep and angry voice. Echo’s entire body shook when he heard that. Then, he quickly turned around to look at the old man who was striding toward him.
Even though the other party was short, his powerful body gave Echo an unparalleled sense of oppression.
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