Sif murmured with some distress: "According to Stanley, other major countries are also brewing public hatred, pushing the people's pain onto these merchants, ready to reap the benefits."
"Damn, we don't have time at all. By the time we act, there'll be nothing left but the broth."
Roland slowly shook his head and said with a smile, "I don't think so. If handled properly, we can start the latest and still get the biggest piece of meat."
Sif's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "It's great to have you back. I've been staying up late and can't sleep well these days, worried about having no good ideas. You're still the best."
Roland smiled and said, "It's not that you can't think of it, your mind just hasn't opened up. Your biggest worry now is that these fat sheep will be snatched by others, and we'll be left with nothing, right?"
"Yeah, these fat sheep are scattered across various countries. We can't exactly go to other countries and kidnap them, can we?"
