North Island Naval Command.
Hurried footsteps and conversations filled the air, creating a scene of bustling activity.
Since the incident on Shazhou Island, the powder keg in the southern sea area had been fitted with a fuse, now just lacking a spark to ignite it.
This "quiet" war had entered its most critical phase, with increasingly high stakes on the table, and both sides had their nerves stretched tight, tightly gripping their hands of cards.
Especially for the core of the Federal Navy's command, many had been working nonstop for a month, and Charles had even moved his office from the Presidential Mansion to the command center, delegating the trivial and unimportant daily matters to his appointed puppet vice president.
Poor governance wouldn't affect his position as president, but losing the war would mean losing everything, and he was very clear about what was more important.
