"What should we do, Mayor? What should we do...?"

After Jonathan Karma and his wife disappeared from the room, the factory owners stumbled over their words, asking, but Mayor Biyas had no sharp answers. However, he couldn't show any weakness, so he straightened his posture with effort.

"Who are we? We've been living in this land for over 100 years! The history of Scrap Yard has been tied with us!! We won’t just stand idly by and watch Karma Company’s outrageous actions! Never!! Let’s fight somehow! We have to endure through the fight!!"

"The payment is due in two weeks. If we don't receive the money, it will be a problem."

"If we have to turn to the South and the Matap, it's going to be difficult in many ways."

"Haha! Why are you all like this? Not all of our other business partners have cut ties! The trade with the North and East is still strong! We can pay with the funds we receive from them!"

"But what about the furnaces? They’re cold now."