Even Boss's people didn't expect the sharpest question to be raised right at the beginning, damn, was this person blind?
A server whispered a few words to Doringger, informing him that this group was from Reggae Defense.
This was an arms company with a sales network spread across the world, so they indeed had the audacity to ask such a question.
The question was so pointed that no one dared to overstep and answer on behalf of Doringger.
He had to do it himself.
"You've misunderstood. The island is a free market. They are my friends as well as my clients, so there won't be any foolish actions. Once this place becomes a pioneering holy land, with countless vacancies, transitioning from bandits to legitimate merchants will be a stroke of good fortune."
Doringger's smile was warm and calm, neither joyful nor angry.
