"Cough, cough!"
He Qingming couldn't help but cough twice, and with a stern face said: "What are you all gathering here for? Before the intelligence is confirmed, no one should be careless!"
"Li Shaomin!"
"Present!"
"Inform the frontline reconnaissance team to penetrate deep into the territory and gather intelligence."
"Yes!"
"Next, continue discussing the battle plan."
Yet after returning to the operations meeting room, everyone became distracted.
The staff officer explaining the battle plan became incoherent, with sentences not matching up—a situation that would usually prompt unreserved criticism, yet now seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Many people frequently glanced at the door, restless.
An indescribable excitement filled their chests.
The God of Blood was actually dead.
This news was simply too... unbelievable, too... absurd.
Even more absurd was that they were seriously discussing how to kill the God of Blood in a battle meeting.
