The next day, at the National Blade Headquarters Conference Room.
The spacious conference room was filled with high-ranking officials in their immaculate military uniforms exuding a solemn and fierce aura. Yet, a suffocating atmosphere dominated the air. The disappearance of the entire First and Third Squadrons was unprecedented in the history of National Blade. This enormous loss brought the entire top brass together, each wearing a grave expression as they waited. Before long, Mr. Li, in his lieutenant general uniform, walked in with a calm expression and restrained brilliance in his eyes. He slowly moved to the main seat and sat down.
Mr. Li's slightly furrowed gaze swept across the room, lingering on Luo Zheng for two seconds more, then finally settled on Wu Jin. In a deep voice, he said, "Let's skip the unnecessary words, military affairs are urgent, let's begin."
