"The Zenthian research institute just ordered fifty devices. These Muggles are so easy to fool."

A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of a white man with a full beard.

"Heh heh, just a bunch of Muggles."

"How could current technology possibly create a device more advanced than the Mark Device? Our boss is the real genius..."

The man was about to say more, but an imposing man suddenly appeared at the door.

The man was dressed all in black and had a European face. The moment he approached, every member of the research institute fell silent.

The bearded man, who had been so boisterous just a moment ago, now cowered like a frightened quail.

"Winters, you’d best keep your mouth shut for a while."

The man gave him a slight sidelong glance, and Winters instantly deflated.

"Miller, I..."

Winters seemed a little defiant. He looked at Miller’s hostile expression, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Don’t let there be a next time. Otherwise, you know the consequences."

Miller narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling not only on Winters but sweeping over everyone else in the workshop.

"While the hype is still hot, go post some more content on the forums. But don’t be as ridiculous as Winters. There’s an old saying in Zenthia: anything taken to an extreme will backfire."

Being called out by name, Winters’s expression instantly soured.

But the man was burly, with a scar between his eyebrows so ugly that people didn’t dare to look him in the eye.

Everyone in the lab was afraid of Miller.

Suddenly, the phone in Miller’s pocket rang.

Miller furrowed his brow. He looked at the caller ID, cursed "Muggle" under his breath, but answered the call anyway.

Before long, however, his gaze suddenly turned cold.

"What? You want to cancel the order now? We’ve already got the shipment ready!"

"You Zenthians have no integrity, do you? If I leak this, what other lab will dare to work with your company?"

But the other party’s attitude was firm. No matter what Miller said, they were dead set on canceling.

As unwilling as Miller was, he couldn’t refuse when they insisted on a refund.

But after he hung up the phone, a dark cloud hung over him.

The client who had just called was a major one from Zenthia who had ordered five hundred units at once. How could he feel anything but sick at the thought of losing tens of millions?

But it wasn’t long before another researcher’s phone also started ringing.

Compared to Miller’s arrogance, this researcher’s attitude was much more humble when he saw the call.

But before long, just like Miller, his face filled with disbelief.

"Sir, canceling one thousand devices at once is no joke!"

"Oh, my God, are you Zenthians just messing with us?"

The end result was the same as before: the clients insisted on canceling their orders.

Shortly after that call ended, the phones of everyone in the lab began to ring, one after another.

They all had just one demand: Cancel the order!

Miller finally started to panic, but what showed more on his face was fury.

"What the hell is wrong with these Muggles? What on earth happened in Zenthia for everyone to be canceling their orders?!"

The loss of over a billion in an instant made Miller’s heart bleed.

So what if there were cancellation fees!

That little bit of money wouldn’t even be enough for the guys to split.

Miller paced back and forth in the lab, fuming.

"Boss, I found it. It’s a replay of a live stream from Emberfall."

One of the men suddenly held up his phone.

The video’s thumbnail was a young woman in a black business suit.

"Miller, it’s bad! Our scam has been exposed!"