Chapter 1093

The middle-aged man from before smiled bittered, and asked somewhat helplessly. Lancelot turned to the crowd and uttered, “Master Woods has said it clearly, that he will handle the matter, but not now. Please be patient and give him another two to three months!” “Another two to three months? How much longer do we have to put up with this? If he can’t handle it right now, what makes him able to do it in two or three months? And I think his body would have turned cold and stiff after two months—he’ll be dead then! By that time, he can finally ‘rest’ and not care about anything!” The middle-aged man had a stomach full of rage and frustration. He barked sarcastically. “We’ve put up with it for so long, how much longer shall we continue enduring the bullsh*t! See, what I’ve been saying? Even if Master Woods knew about the matter, he certainly can’t do anything! How unreliable!” “Mason, you can’t shove all the blame onto Nash. He certainly did not want any of these to happen. After a