"Enough!"
Asahara Shoko slammed the table forcefully. His roar carried a certain weight, and his small eyes set in a broad face reflected a cold light, making direct eye contact with him especially terrifying.
"I didn't call you here to listen to you flatter me!"
He pounded the long table, ordering his subordinates to provide solutions and questioning who was responsible for liaising with the investors. He hadn't heard any whispers about it before!
The usually arrogant core members were now like quails, huddling silently with their heads down.
Asahara Shoko decided to point directly, supporting himself on the table and turning to his right-hand person, the "Foreign Minister"—yes, he had divided the sect into government departments, giving each key member a title.
"This... financial matters should be handled by the Finance Minister."
