The old man with flower-like hair took the phone and materials for spells from Inverted Triangle Eyes.
He felt that Inverted Triangle Eyes indeed needed to calm down. In the last thirty years, from humans to different races, the most arrogant one hadn't dared to openly attack someone sitting in the front row of the Scorching Sun Department.
Indeed, it diverted attention. No mistake, because the Scorching Sun Department only has one option — a quick response, a heavy blow.
There's no need to consider the possibility that the Scorching Sun Department wouldn't retaliate. If they react even a little slowly or not fiercely enough, the prestige they've built over the last twenty or thirty years would take a hit.
"Do you think I was wrong?" Inverted Triangle Eyes was still a bit unhappy, feeling he wasn't wrong.
"No, I didn't say you were wrong, I just feel you've lost control.
