C136 The Murderer(2)

"Come on, everyone gets one," Zhang Ge announced, hoisting his beer bottle. The others followed suit, lifting their bottles in solidarity.

"We've taken a heavy hit this time at the Triune Conclave. You all know the consequences in such situations, so I'll spare you the speech."

"I'll be handing out the cash shortly. It's not a fortune—twenty thousand each—but it should tide you over for a bit