To Kill with Another's Hand

Pontin was a simple, boorish man. Although he had somehow assumed command of the whole base by now, his respect for Sheyan had not diminished in the slightest.

Furthermore, he was also currently facing a tough problem. When he saw Sheyan, he looked like someone who had found a lifeline in a desperate situation. He first asked his short-skirt-wearing secretary to serve Sheyan a cup of coffee, then hastily shooed her away.

"Something has been troubling me lately, sir. I don't know what to do." After Sheyan was seated, Pontin instantly complained with a deep frown on his face.

"Tell me," Sheyan urged with a smile.

Pontin sighed. "Although the pandora crystal resources found by our base hasn't quite reached that level yet, the base is already beyond the allowed limit in terms of size."

Sheyan raised his eyebrows."What do you mean? Be more specific."