A Slight Modification
Editor: Vermillion
"Motherf*ckers! Why didn’t you arrange for more Grade 2 Combatants?"
As Aliba, the chief of police, bellowed at the highest white ball in the office, a large number of office supplies flew out noisily from a desk and crashed to the ground along with their owner’s anger.
"Good-for-nothing! You can’t even deal with one mutate right there in your palm! You’re a f*cking disgrace!" Aliba continued scolding. The translucent white ball displayed the view of a man bowing, it was the vice chief with the monocle.
The other round balls beneath it quickly moved further away.
"Chief. It’s... It’s all because of those people from the lab, their asking price is too high…" Noticing that his superior haven’t responded, he carefully added, "Considering that we still need to buy more Grade 1 and Grade 2 combatants and we have to hire their warriors, the cost…"