Chapter 2067 Useless

"Useless. In the end, all of you are too incapable. You're simply trash to me. I could just get rid of everyone right now." While Farakle spoke, he suddenly held on to his chest and gasped for air.

His asthma was flaring up. He quickly took out an inhaler from his pockets and sprayed it on his nose a few times. After a few deep breaths, he felt much better.

"Now, I have an order for you: in three days, you must turn around the current public opinion of Nutmeg and report back to me, or else I'm getting rid of all of you bast*rds," Farakle stood up and said fiercely at the people in the room after taking another deep breath.

He then drove everyone out and let out a sigh of relief having issued that order. He picked up the phone next to him and immediately smiled. He said, "My dear, don't worry. Leave this to me. I'll definitely not let that guy get away with it."

"Oh, I understand. Dear, you're so great. I'm really lucky to have met someone like you."